Roommates come, Roommates Go...

Roommates come, roommates go.
What they are planning, nobody else knows.
Some stay for a while, and make it a home.
Others pass through, unaffected and alone.
Over the years, I've had quite a few.
Guys often though are less drama it's true.
Some others were pretty, vivacious, intelligent too.
A few were small minded, unhelpful, petty, and mean.
Not saying their truth, just doing their thing.
Some have remained, friends to this day.
Others pass on, never heard from you say?
It depends on the mix, to make it a home.
Not a rest-stop, not a motel;
not a place you're alone.
I have cats, they are constant.
And sometimes have friends.
It's better that way, when you don't
pretend.
In the end we are all trying
to just get along.
Some write music, some write song.
Some don't do nothing, but that isn't always wrong.
It has to suit, to be real, it has to belong.
One came, and charmed, and left within days.
Then back briefly, perhaps.... maybe to stay.
But wait, she's gone and now off she goes.
I admit to missing her and don't want it to show.
At least I didn't kill it, and maybe it'll grow.
Only time will tell me,
Only time will show.
Some times I have roommates, and sometimes I know
It's more than a feeling
More than they know.
Still searching, still hoping
not crossing that divide.
Because in the end,
ALL of this happens
inside.