Daniel's Poem

You're halfway to anywhere,

and fifty percent nowhere.

You're lost at home,

at home in space and time.

I've never seen you cry.

I wonder if you do?

We've laughed enough together

to fill a hole, which gets bigger

as we take more and more away.

Filling holes in our hearts with

giggling dust and dirt.

I wonder how you are getting on

and about the things we never say.

How are you friend?