he and I

He left home as soon as he could, and took the easy way out.
He would tell you he needed to.
I would tell you he was afraid.

He left hoping to fight, hoping for purpose.
He would tell you it was a great experience.
I would tell you he still feels empty.

After years, where memories have become dreams he now returns.
He would tell you he’s happy to be going home.
I would tell you he’s in pain.

Back home he flies to where child became man, and many things lost.
He would tell you he’s going back to the city of angels.
I would tell you he doesn’t believe angels were ever there.

He returns not for nostalgia or happiness but to say he’s sorry.
He would tell you he wants to be there for his friend.
I would tell you he knows he’s failed.

While away he’s fought for other things looking for purpose.
He would tell you it’s been an honor.
I would tell you he now thinks it’s been for nothing.

In a plane bound for the west he sits and writes.
He would tell you in a plane full of people he’d rather be alone.
I would tell you inside he feels that he deserves to be alone.

Eyesight blurs at thoughts of his past and so many things now gone.
He would tell it’s allergies.
I would tell you he’s a liar.

Asked if he’s crying, he gives no response.
He would tell you he has no feelings.
I would tell you he just hates to feel.

Asked why he’s going, because He was always there for me.
He would tell you mom says he has a big heart.
I would tell you if he did he would have been a better friend.

Under star filled sky where sun dips into sea.
He would tell you he’s going to keep fighting.
I would tell you cancer needs to be afraid.

 

Ronin

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