Getting closer
Was a childhood wish
Foolishly believed
An unmet need as
We spent years
In stilted conversation
Never neglecting to get
A dig in
Sarcasm was our stock in trade
Always on the defensive
Hard to fathom
We were cut from the same cloth
Shared the same blood.

Many stories to be told
But hidden meticulously
Behind a masterful veneer
Pretending to be strong
Weakened by fears of intimacy
These ideas become antiquated
When father time is unavoidable
We can only hope to settle
Into the essence of realistic expectations
Where competition is spurned
Nothing left to prove
As we move freely through the past
Free to create
A new phase
A clean slate
It's okay to show
That we're human
It's allowed
Guess it wasn't a childhood wish
After all.

P-Aug 3, 2007/Bowling Green