My friend
The flower taking flight
On end of any open field alight
Tell me the shadows standing still
Miss me just say that you will
A month in passing never noticed you
A month of passing time in solitude
While at the base of yet another day, it's ok
Another month is standing in the way
My friend
Like a needle stick your stem
The skin of mother earth to prick
It bleeds the blood of second thought
Indeed, regret slows the clot
A silver start, a solitary dime
Could take apart, disarm this
With a minute of your time, my friend