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Two Old Friends
He is the only one who comprehends me. I am the only one who aprehends him. Two old friends with goofy laughs but burning admiration the same. Two who don’t belong but fate brought together. Two stupid kids separated by time. From my home, I can reminisce, but memories fade slowly and my childhood dissipates.
Our past is secret. It hides blistering memories behind locked bars. We hang out and leave again and wonder what tenacious force pulled us from each other and shake our heads in disgust with desire to return home. This is when we go.
Let one forget our reason for returning home, we’d both fall apart like a porcelain vase, incapable of reunification. Go, go, go we said as kids. We did.
When I am too sad and too old to keep going, when I am an old man against the debts of society, then I will come home. When there is nothing left to find in this world. Two who went separate ways. Two who grow but never forget to remember. Two whose only reason is to live and return home.
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