I curse myself for our similarities
Though I know of only a few.
As I sip on my fifth beer of the night,
Now lukewarm,
I claw my mind for memories of you.
I emerge only with pictures.

Myself as a toddler
Holding your hand
Only your arm depicted.
In fact, the only place I've
EVER seen your face
Was in my mother's wedding photograph.

I wonder where you are.
How many beers you've knocked back at
9:30 on a Tuesday night.
If you ever think of the adorable
Two year old brunette
In those pictures,
And how you've let her down.

I wonder if your heart and spirit are lukewarm, too.
And I wonder if you've ever felt them run on fire.

05/04/2009

Posted on 05/05/2009
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