Dry Skin

Skin Dry.
Lip Corner Cracked.
Often ask myself do I want to come back?

Faces long when I’m gone.
Me with a sad song sing along.
Asking time to stop: “Please, Padre - just a little time to enjoy the hip hop?”
Not now, it’s not the time.
Can’t you see the length of that there line?
Souls to take, promises to make.
Things once down are now up; even though we are part empty with out our pup.

She’s the best - for this I know.
Time won’t change the distances we’ve grown.
Always together, never apart.
My love, my sweetness, you will always have my heart.

In my head and my heart I’ll always contend to stand strong and mighty.
For you Nobel Regal Lead Hunting Doggy will watch over us morning, noon, and nighty nighty.