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Riding Rails

Old, rusty spikes 
    splinter ties on the ground
Steps echo the sound
Your feet, lost and found

Are you fleeing or flying, 
    my sweet, archer friend?
I saw arrows bend
Watched you breaking to mend

And I know memories
Rarely put you at ease
So you'd drown them in thunder 
Just to find peace
And I'm sorry I couldn't see sooner
But please
Know that I feel your voice
In each reticent breeze

Thank you, dear brother
For each unspoken word
That reminds us to dig deeper still
Thank you, dear brother
For each moment unheard
That reminds us to strengthen our will
     
Black pumas in daylight
    walked paths rarely seen
Enigmatic teen
Riding rails in between

Long years grew the shadows
    that kept you returning
To innocence, yearning
To dissonance, churning

I know that our boys
Are suppressed of the choice
To feel through their sadness
And make any noise
And I'm sorry I couldn't see sooner
But please
Know that I feel your voice
In each reticent breeze

Thank you, dear brother
For each unspoken word
That reminds us to let them have tears
Thank you, dear brother
For each moment unheard
That reminds us to open our ears

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