I’d Reach Out If It Wasn’t So Far
20 years of dizzying changes gone by.
I miss our times together my brother.
The old wounds have faded and gone
soft in my heart.
I know they were never deeper than my
over sensitive skin anyway. To hear your
voice on the phone every few years is
nice, but I love to see your great big smile
dance across your face and hear that deep
so true laugh rise from your chest.
We parted ways on uncertain terms, but there
was not malice in me when you got
on that lonely Greyhound bound for the deep
South. I’ve missed you over the years as I left
our Northwestern home state and moved across
the world to my Far East destination.
I should have reached farther. I should have reached
out sooner. The bridge isn’t burned, but I can see tiny
tendrils of smoke rising in the distance and I worry.