Moving Away

The boxes packed,
the memories fresh
of days more profitable,
more favored and blessed.
Memories so vivid
of times so surreal,
of the boom experienced,
the boom they loved to feel.
The outlook was good,
a sunset on the horizon
that under it brought
the enemy that lied in.
The roads being constructed,
the buildings being erected,
the seismic shift to cause
the whole town to be affected,
the ones thought to be loyal
to the landmarked little store
began to disappear
more and more and more.
The road once crowded,
the one packed to the curb,
was now empty but for one or two,
those refused to be conquered,
but in the end of it
even the most loyal
could not save the good
that is to be eternally foiled.
With the nightmare come true
the business has moved away,
the same the store must do
on this dreaded fateful day.

My Best Friend

My best friend
is what you are.
You are both near
as well as far.
You stand up
while others sit.
You won't put up
with any of it.
You do your job
consistently
with no complaint
or arguing.
You are present
in each room
in which we need
all business done.
We could do
without you
but the lack of ease
would not do.
I am thankful
every time
you are caught
by these eyes of mine.
You will remain
my favorite always
as you have been
in all previous days.