- Non-Erotic Poetry
- For My Brother
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We grew up together,
you and I,
went through the hell
that was our childhood,
alternately hating,
then loving
one another. . . . . . .
Tell me,
Jolly Roger,
do you remember me?
Long ago
our paths diverged,
we went our own ways;
me into the military,
you took off
for parts unknown. . . .
and I lost track of you
somehow.
Forty-three years
since our last meeting.
I've tried,
more than once,
to track you down,
coming real close
a couple of times,
only to have my letters
sent back;
'Return to sender-
that address unknown!'.
Once it was just sent back
with no note.
I don't know
if you're married or single,
rich or poor,
or even if you're still alive,
but every year
on your birthday,
I silently raise a glass
of Tang
in your memory,
and say a little prayer
to my spirits
that you're okay.
Maybe that counts
for something,
and maybe it DOESN'T.
Wherever you are,
Jolly Roger,
know somehow
your older sibling
cherishes your memory,
evermore.
