#63
We sat in the trees
together, eating, laughing,
speaking like idiots, and
kings, about the stars,
love, and all things between.
We danced and gazed
at our lives and mistakes,
sweating insecurities,
and drinking memories
into almost a single perfect day.
i remember stating our
friendship had changed to brotherhood,
i remember the moment, i stand by it
i still hold it sacred.
Time passed, and placed us
away as it does, and i
chased the light between us,
the light held by brothers,
i missed you then different
then how i miss you now.
Things have changed,
pulled by new opportunities,
outside influence,
you’ve grown, and i’ve
not quite paid enough attention
to keeping up. i’m proud
of you. i’m not sure i’ve said it
ever, or enough, i still miss
the days we spent talking about
nothing, whilst doing nothing.
those are the days long past,
and our lack of contact is but
water under the bridge,
and so, even if i’m no longer beside you,
i’ll always hold your lantern, brother,
never forget, that within the darkness
is always our light.
#64
Oh the hill
The wall
The climb
No proverb
Or action word
To send me
Off like
A kiss to
The wind
Just a promise
That you'll
Find me
Tomorrow
#65
When will these
New songs
Feel like those
Worn out cassettes
Warped and weathered
Reeling and reeling
Again and again
Around my head?
Sometimes
The thing i miss
The most about my youth
Is the music.
And how much it meant then.
#66
coming to its end,
i guess it’s less than
i expected.
Perhaps i preformed
less, let time slip…
should i try to breath,
or walk away happy?
#67
if your mind should turn to me
then its time to write to me.
let caution evade instantaneously,
let your pen become your company,
talk
draw
write
speak
don’t think
don’t think
just don’t think.
#68
The leaves change, why can’t i?
The grass grows, why can’t i?
The sun shines, why can’t i?
The wind roams, why can’t i?
The flowers bloom, why can’t i?
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-Mr. Write