In the end

it was naive

of me to think

that just as we’d drifted

so far apart

we might find our way

                              back again

My brother you are

and always will be

-but we’re strangers now

No need to yell

No more punches to swing

Let’s just settle into this unhappy peace

Let go of those fragments

of bonds we swore would never break

and embrace our regret with the lie

                               that it’s better this way

Ezy Reading is out every month.