We played outside from dawn to nightfall.
Whether it was baseball, wiffle ball,
soccer. I was there. Drinking lemonade on those hot summer days.
After school in spring. Warm weather or cold we were outside. Sledding
or throwing a ball around. For a time, I was like one of the boys.
Video games or dirt. I was there.
Almost grown up now. We don’t play
anymore. Just the friendly waves to each other as if a childhood
between us never existed.
A brother I once knew is now, just a neighbor. A stranger.
No longer the red flower that stands out in a field of green.
I don’t tell you that I miss you.
Everyday I
remember two best friends
running around together,
laughing
and having fun.
I bet it is all a blur to you
because we grew older
and apart
and now none of it matters anymore.