Chapter 51: Old Soldiers

Redressing old wounds
Hiding in the window’s moon
As plate glass and concrete
Seem to mark this moment
Two brothers reunited
Albeit temporarily
I’m so tempted to ask the question
Or to answer the one he must have
She is complete
And instead I compliment
Saying how the years slighted
Him so sparingly
But I know still the connection
Felt through blood and salve
As I bandage my old wounds
In favor of the new
After all the loss
And the quite evitable absence
He is still my friend
The ghosts still ring true
Having gathered some moss
And the smell of incense
But never the end
Of all the rue
That is inescapable