Sometimes it is the place that brings you back.

Sometimes it is the people.

Rarely, it is both.


Like the commute, we come back every day.

We hope to catch even a small glimpse of the people that make our lives special just by being there. For us.

Sometimes they aren't there. Here.

A day off ?

Sick day ?

Day after day, we worry.

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Written on 2012-02-16 at 13:49

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I find that affection and fondness goes a long, long way; much more than relationships or social contracts & even civil unions. Should a person esteem you though you don't always meet or even touch, you find that the mere acknowledgement of their existence and worth and that you have a special place in your thought and feeling for them is enough to keep that person alive. Many a person would chuck an emotional sickie and draw back from the social scene, but like that commute, it will come back, perhaps an empty train, but it comes back.

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
My dear friend , a true friend is always with , you ,
Commuting traveling the same roads , though hear ,
The genuen , friend is but a thought away , ,
'cos friend is always thinking of you ,
When life's a bit shity , Al you have to think ,
: '' Now what me mate say?'' he'd/she will smile , grin ,
And your mind you see and hear , life is so much better ,
Knowing your friend is knowing understanding ,
A know all basdedey , may be ,
Your friend your mate is your basdedey know all
( ; = ) )