Jonny, who was it that said

"A white wall may seem empty"

"But it's ready to be filled"

"And, in it's readiness needs nothing"

"It stands complete"

Was it you?

I don't remember

But it makes me wonder

Jonny, why couldn't you be ready too?

I was ready, ready to be happy

Ready for that long look that never ends

And, now, I don't know what to do

Yes, Jonny I'll say it

This is a love song, isn't it?

Yes, well, I guess this is how it ends

A strange poem about a plain and ready white wall

One with many questions

And a dog as speechless as that same wall

And the sorrows of love's slow passing

Goodbye, Jonny