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A Letter to a childhood friend

I haven’t wrote to you since you went to war.
In fact much longer before you started that tour.
So I’ve taken pen, whilst you took sword.
But right now I don’t feel it’s all too mighty.
I’m struggling too much to strike a chord.
And I wonder if over there you even thought you liked me.
Remember when we used to play war with sticks and twigs,
For giddy kiddy kicks and gigs?
I fear I may have made that too fun for you.
Cause it was my imagination your enthusiasm used to tire its legs through.
We used to fight a lot and not just for pretend.
Both of us took too long with toys we’d lend.
In our angsty teens we tore the seams.
And we were both too busy trying to be men to learn to sew.

It was your mum who told me you’d enlisted.
It was for the best you always lacked that discipline she insisted.
And I agreed.

It was my mum that told me about the funeral.
Said your mum wanted me to go with her to meet your coffin still.
And I couldn’t.

Copyright © Matthew Miles | Year Posted 2013

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  1. Date: 1/30/2016 11:33:00 AM

    MATTHEW, A great pleasure to find and read your pen today. Love -- SKAT --
  1. Date: 8/26/2013 7:49:00 AM

    Matt...we havent talked in years now, but Im sorry for your loss. I hope it has not hurt your personality too much, because I still remember the upbeatness and the hope that I loved, you were a great friend, and if its any comfort, I was invited to my uncles funeral and I couldnt attend...the pain was too much to bear in the end...and now, my brother has left me too, and the pain of that will always be fresh and new.

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