Lucy and Friends

Lucy passed me in my dreams
giving lonely last goodbyes,
I sit deep quiet lost in thought,
real teardrops filling up my eyes.
Yes, Lucy was a real delight,
she greeted me when I was there,
glance always wanted me in sight,
touched on my hand with love and care.
But now she is on other side,
her life is but a memory,
and that she stopped for no goodbye,
Is how real friends have treated me.
When my close friends have left this earth,
They've always made by visit known,
All let themselves appear to me,
To try and ease my "so alone."
My closest friends are typed on screen,
No touch, no hugs, no dinners out,
that love for me is sight unseen.
Not one brave soul is real, no doubt.
Could be the reason why this is,
Is that we're 'fraid to have a touch,
that finds our soul so deep within,
and not tread softly on our crutch.
Perhaps I'll see you as I go,
once 'pon a time held in a dream,
The memories, will only show,
smiles, so that you don't wake and scream.
The tears you cry will not be sad,
they'll be the happy one's of joy,
That you were blessed you knew me,
You made me act like little boy,
that waded in the stream of life,
although you never showed me love.
So likely you will never know,
my spirit's flown far up above.
And that you don't get time to mourn,
May just be what is really fair.
If only not "so busy" shown,
had been "I'm trying to be there."
That what it is, I may just pass,
you over for that friend,
that didnt seem to me, to be,
so shallow in the end.