Lance

Lance

Four Years
And counting

It’s better now,
There have been enough years
You don’t look “just like your brother”
Now you just look like you.

You haven’t changed
Just my memories fading,
Remembering now occasions
Extra sweet, warm and funny
Tender times.

Remembering less,
Living more,
Seems traitorous at times
How can you “forget someone”
After thirty-two years
Of love and hate
Bills and babies
Faithfulness, infidelity

You heal
Soul scar
Jagged and deep
Looses its angry red
Fades light, white
You heal
And today I saw you
And you were simply
You
L