If it is all the same to you...

Weather is unpredictable they say, it'll change just when you think
everything is OK.
Come to think of it, you are that way, rarely bringing sunshine
to chase away the grey.

You are my fair weather friend, gladly taking the light out of
my sunny days, hoarding all the raindrops when my heart is parched.
Always finding a reason to steal my thunder,
never around to lend a helping hand.

If it is all the same to you, just be on your way,
clear my tidy porch, get on out of here
and take that slick grin with you,
I am so tired of your game.

You are my fair weather friend, running quickly
the other way when I am in distress, so good
at ignoring any luck that comes my way,
shining up that mirror that you can't live without.

So, if it is all the same to you, just be on your way,
get your boots on out of here, you are messing up
my new floor, grab that flashy hat and that suitcase
of cliches, and get, get, on out of here.

Happy trails, my fair weather friend, I am sure you
will find someone else to lead down your winding,
slippery trail, some day, however, you will come
face to face with that empty heart of yours.

If it is all the same to you, please be on your way
and close the door, I want to feel the emptiness
you are leaving behind, sweep it up into the yard
where the wind can take it laughingly apart.

You are my fair weather friend, running quickly
the other way when I am in distress, so good
at ignoring any luck that comes my way,
shining up that mirror that you can't live without.

Trudi Ralston.
February 10th, 2014.