We had a good run
I don't regret meeting you or our friendship...
Sitting at the edge
of a corner light...
As your editor, I swear to you I will be a voice...
This is the Parable of The Editor, and I will...
Though your compliments carry ingredients that...
the writer inside me never allowed for...
She has been with me through it all
We have done the craziest things together...
Laughter rang out, upon a misty, midnight moon
white falcon racing, upon pavement etched in gold...
Dear, Mr. No-follow-through
You have no idea what you do...
No matter what I'm here for you,
You can count on me it's what I do...
Seeing to this sprout
With tender, loving care...
Teeth bared;
warning the world away...
I've been the lost
that was never found...
You may have lived outside
Some lines of understanding...