Brothers
I saw my brother today,
He was a friend at second glance.
He saw me and looked sure of himself,
I took a step back and fell for the trick.
He was me and I was him surprised by the appearance of it.
Hidden in the "what's up?" and "nothing" was maturity.
No more of the old me is what he told me there in the kitchen.
We threw out childhood but was it good? or good riddance?
Copyright © Alexander Stigleman | Year Posted 2014
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