Brother
Now it has to come "that".
"That" being an obstacle, a bumpy road.
An obstacle that one chooses to not cross?
An obstacle that can't be crossed?
All that was said that would be done
Thrown away, for just one bump?
For just one misstep,
Everything gone? Forgotten?
Do we care not for what was made?
For what was built and cemented?
Cemented in such a short time period?
Our cherished friendship, to dust; nothingness?
Brothers no more?
Copyright © Lajorne Ferguson | Year Posted 2012
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