Sad memories, some say, are meant to fade
Nevertheless, we’ll cling to the ones that truly broke our hearts
One of mine will forever be graduation day
When everything seemed perfect 
My day had come --
High school was over --
And everyone was celebrating
Afterwards I stood upon the steps
When my oldest friend 
told me that 
he 
loved 
me

Though I knew I loved him back
And I wanted to whisper that into his ear
-- I was leaving 

Last day in the former school 
Final hours in the old neighborhood

So I held the truth from him to cover my pain
And lamented never confessing my heart
 
 
 
 
 

Blood of my blood

Standing in the darkened doorway,
my brother does not sense my stare.
Where has the little boy with the mischievous smile gone? 
When did his loss of innocence take place? 
Upon his shoulder, I see the tattoo bearing his name
And it makes me wonder what burdens are carried there?
Do his dreams consist of private demons and blame? 
Does he sometimes wonder as to what he has become? 
I shall love him forever for he is my sibling but
sometimes I don’t like this blood of my blood.
Angering me enough to want to scold him 
as I did once, a long time ago.
But instead I stand in the shadows...
Recalling the little boy I once knew
and praying for the man he has become.