Let Me Be There For You Poem by Jim Boone

I’m rewriting my script almost daily
While dealing with writers block
And putting out of my mind
What my heart holds on to

The wheeler-dealer is dead
Self-centeredness is alive and
Refusing to admit to the theft
Of a life that left ‘it’ behind
Or taught ‘it’ more than
Was originally intended.

I’m getting a tad crazed in the boonies
And my life has become a collision course
Without any assurance of continued
Physical, mental health; dancing with
Hope and fear after a hasty departure
Brought me down, down, down

I never wanted to ‘do’ anything
But ‘be there’ for you because
You loved me so much. Who are you?
Where are you? It’s not just
A ‘gay thing’, it’s a single, without
Thing that brings me to tears
And the next chapter or scene.

That ‘death wish’ keeps getting sidetracked
By passionate recall: Welcomed, expected,
Bought and paid for, written off
It all depends on strength and a view

Oh I’m hear/there all right, but for who?

2006