One Last Poem

Now that this poem is back in its old portfolio, I want to thank everyone that visited my dad's port and read this piece and reviewed it. Thanks so much for your kind, touching and heartfelt reviews. I truly appreciate it. And thanks to my dad for keeping it on this site.

One last poem…
One last little verse
A few simple words
Or a mere hint of a rhyme
Would that be enough
To forget that winter's day?

We hardly saw eye to eye
Even in that distant world
Those resplendent summers where
We seemed inseparable
And time forgave us for our innocence
But we did not care nor need to.
Games and toys and films of places long
Ago and far away
Let us linger for as long as we could
Without worrying what had to be…

They caught up with us
And made decisions instead of asking
Not really selfish but focused on
Doing the best with what they had
Understanding had to wait
We held on but it cost us
Forging a false jealousy I never could
Comprehend
Tearing at the fabric of our hearts
Those wounds took too long to mend…

One last poem…
One last little verse
A few simple words
Or a mere hint of a rhyme
Could that be enough
To wish this heartache away?

A wedge became a rift and
Seeing each other seemed
Trying, making speaking even worse
Sure we were older
And commitments got in the way
But too much became unsaid
Others tried to stand in the path
Leaving us to shuffle and avoid
Frustrating, giving in.
Thinking we would have another day…

I did not say much on that bone chilling morn
A numbness overwhelmed what was left
In my heart
Not even noticing the rip in my soul
This blank shell of a man faced
With that piteous lifeless stare
Crushing my spirit for how long
I did not care
You always thought I had strength
Not then…

One last poem…
One last little verse
A few simple words
Or a mere hint of a rhyme
Should have been enough
To bring comfort on that day…

Waiting till they were gone
And it was just you and me
Had to say something
A word maybe two
Just a reminder of our life that was
Yet thoughts of the words
Did not become a sound
The anguish and burden too much
And instead of moving on
I moved away…

Ten years gone
Thousands of tears shed
Would think so much has changed
Not really, yet
All that I needed to say I finally can
No help from others running my life
The rift healed alas too late
Wondering if saying then would
Have changed all that was
Except maybe I could have
Said this on that day…

One last poem…
One last little verse
A few simple words
Or a mere hint of a rhyme
All that I would give
For my friend that I lost
The brother I still miss.