No Reservations

I think it's safe to say you took the long way.
But knowing you, you wouldn't have it any other way.
Now Florida's all your own
and you're reaping what you've sown,
despite the rough seasons that took you there.
Your demons don't have a thing on your smile
and you've learned to take an inch when you can take a country mile.
At day's end you know it's best.
As I write I picture you on the beach,
sitting in your shorts and taking in the breeze
before you go home to your girlfriend. 
For as much that's changed you're still the same,
so you might not care for the words but the sentiment will be heard,
and with that I better get on with it.
I wouldn't be who I am without who you are,
and if you never came around there's no way I get this far.
I couldn't make this up.
But maybe you already know,
'cause the last time through we both seemed to make sure how you'd go
before you made it out the door.
You shouldered your things and opened your arms.
I did the same knowing how long you might be gone.
So we sent each other off with that hug.
No reservations
between brothers worlds apart.

Another

I can tell you now that you're gone:
I miss your eyes and their song
and the way your lips would smile just as big
as your arms wrapped my arms and we took each other in
to that night on repeat through those weeks
that passed with neither of us knowing we'd never be the same.
And I wonder
if you think that too, or if it's just me,
because I know you've found others since
and I know the newest one's been around a while.
And I wonder
if he'll save the summer heat for the coming cold,
if it'll be enough for you or if you'll tell him to go.
And me, being long gone, I don't know why I care.
I'm not even at the edge of any of your affairs.
I'm not even holding on, you're just hanging in my heart.
And I can't resist digging up old bones even knowing what's in store.