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.