Pointless

I know life has no point.
In talks, it seemed to me,
You always had a counterpoint.

Feelings are difficult to pinpoint.
Impossible when thoughts,
Very much Conjoint.

What you describe– as if you’re at gunpoint.
I can’t help, but hope,
It’s not your endpoint.

Seems like everything is at a disjoint.
Family, life, thoughts,
Maybe it’s time for a checkpoint.

I hope it’s just a midpoint.
What if tomorrow, you wake up,
Realize this is the turning-point?

Either way, you didn’t disappoint.

I hope this brings a different viewpoint.
Damn, where did I put my ballpoint?

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This written for a good friend that mostly lurked here. But I was a day, just one day, too late.