This is Kinda for A No One

Dear Johne,

I know you’ve been watching me
because I’ve been watching you.
I think it’s time to stop now.
Stop looking out the window
for a tomorrow that will never come
why don’t you ease yourself into
your cold bed and settle
between your lonesome sheets, hmm?
Don’t wait for me to kiss your clammy
forehead. Just kiss your hands and sing
yourself a lullaby. Close your
Eyes and whisper my name,
“God’s never been closer to you”

Dear Johne,

You’ve been walking with death in front
of your toes and life behind your heels.
You’re frown has never been as deep.
I hear your foot steps have a blue beat,
and yet everyone is smiling their concerns
and laughing their sympathies at you.
Johnny, boy you’ve become a member of
the How Are You club. Where friends are
walking strangers. I know you’re striving to be
in High-Five society, but why don’t you slow
down. Success comes for only a few. Sit on
this bench here. Grab a bottle that will burn
going down. Close your eyes and just shake off the "How Are You’s."
Give them a reply of a quiet no-real-air-breath.

Dear Johne,

I can see you through those brown
black eyed tears, once so full of life.
Open them wider and wider, so
wide that the neon white lights can
bleach your eyes dead.
I can call you my perfect, now.