Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Unsent


In the distance
across the dark continent, 
we've drifted 
into silence,
our years shrouded
in a mist of 
unknowing.

Ah, once we were brothers
roaming the hills of green Ohio!

Remember that long bike ride? 
We pedaled all the way
to Link Road, to the 
Little Miami
to see Mark. 

I could not imagine
that we could go so far, 
but we did.

And at school we always moved
in circles of competition
and sibling pride,

but now, living so long beyond sight,
we've lost our bond.
We are strangers.

I hear you're doing quite well.

I hope in the quiet
of long winter's night, 
you think of me
occasionally.

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