Siblings

The pain we carry is not ours to keep

We may be a root of this tree

But we are not the seed

I saw what you saw, remember?

I did not inflict this pain on you-

Just witnessed beside you

Take down your wall 

Remember us as kids

Did you forget that hearts are made from the same goo?

I will never unsee the curves that shaped your sharp edges

But really, is this all worth it?

As we tiptoe, our child will come to play

Tip toeing will stir up the wonders we buried

I’ll take the child version of you please

Show me the playground we would run to

We’ll find the dance we knew before the ache had a name

Hold my hand as we cross the street

Take me back to Eisenhower park and the geese

To where it started- 

Before we forgot how to play

Hold my hand, we’ll take a different route this time

This time, we will not run