Friend

It’s such a strange thing. We were just two people walking along through life. I with my weirdness and you with yours and somehow our paths crossed and we decided our weirdness was mutually compatible.

Now I suppose we’re friends.

And yet I still can’t help looking back on the path and wondering what it was that made them converge. What extraordinary magic is this that sparks in two hearts at the same time, causing a mirror flame in each, drawing us both together?

Whatever it is, I’m glad it happened to you and me.

It’s less lonely with two.

5.2.12 Brother

It wasn’t all that long ago, brother, when we promised undying friendship.  I thought that being there for you was all I ever wanted.  To watch you grow up, choose a bride, build a home.  I’d never be too far away, never leave you to walk this road alone. And everything I did was always for your good. All my life I’ve loved you, protected you, fought for you.

Brother, I would have died for you.

But you changed.  So did I.

Now you lie before me with a bullet in your chest. 

The gun still smoking in my hand.