A walk

Let us walk away with a whistle on our lips,

laughter on our tongues,

smile in our eyes,

straight shoulders,

loose fists and,

jovial mood in our stride.

So that we may hide

the hurts

the tears

the sad endings

the fears

the crazies

that we hold in our hearts.

So that we may act as if

nothing's wrong,

that this is just temporary,

that this is just for a few days,

that this is just a small thing,

that this is just a transient pass

that we'll forget, with another to push this by.

So that we may not

have to face our faults,

the dirt,

the paint,

the blood

on our hands.

So that we may not

tarnish the memories,

the happy,

the sad,

the angry,

the fearful,

all which make up a beautiful picture of the time gone by.

So let us walk away with a whistle on our lips,

laughter on our tongues,

smile in our eyes,

straight shoulders,

loose fists and,

jovial mood in our stride,

because our time was the most beautiful in its own way.

And when we return,

may we have the strength to smile and greet each other with open arms.

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I'm a coward, that I realize.

I guess I have come to what it is.

I have to say, I'm sorry that things had to turn out this way.