Nearing

As it is, the world of financial
Dead ends, turning
Us against its interests,
You marching, while
I blog for things not lost yet,
There’s only one type of
Conversation, before
The nearing,
“Where are you, bring beer,
Me too.”
As it is, I can't think of
A better place, we're destined to
Get closer to, a place our dog,
Already, sniffing at.