Forever Gone

 Time is passing too quickly or too slowly I can't tell these days.

Nights turn into quiet mornings planing nothing ,it's not in my hands.

Out of bed a coffee cup in my hand I stumble through the hours.

Echos crisscrossing my mind again ,but so very much has changed .

I stand barefoot in grass now , my best friend a tree outside my window.

I watch it's leaves dance as I tell it my secrets ones you cannot hear.

I watch the wind blow them away to who knows where forever gone.

I.G.B.

Always for you Jose,

I said forever...

I cannot lie to you...