My brother was my brother. There, always there when I needed him and when he needed me. Years later I paid him the greatest compliment I thought when I called him my friend.
I met Deep through friends of friends of friends. Three degrees of separation or of closeness. Long time no see a lot of times but still close whenever. I called him brother from another mother and he did the same.
Then Deep met my brother. They were more than close, they were tight. Still are. Love them both.
in the darkness snow falls, covers snowdrops
green heart quivers
daylight cracks unclouded sky
iced snow shields the living
He was sobbing. I stopped. It was minus five degrees.
His ma had just died. She was a great wee woman who hated that her son was a junkie. It was minus five degrees.
He sat crosslegged on the filthy thin sleeping bag on the pavement. Someone had paid for him to stay in a B&B for two nights but then the money ran out and he had to leave. He sobbed. It was minus five degrees.
He could have a hostel bed in three nights’ time but now he was on the streets and scared to death. His ma had just died. It was minus five degrees.
She loved him but she just couldn’t cope. I held him tight as we hugged. He sobbed. It was minus five degrees.
Slightly updated
once they would have celebrated a goal with a cheer, a punching fist
but now older men complete crosswords and smile
they know the past and its value
and the warm contentment that enfolds them into the darkness
dark night, dark dreams swirling
eyes flicker, will they open?
blue bruised sky slowly lightens
Arriving at school without my pants
caused some moments of cognitive dissonance
I looked at the playground clock, it was just eleven
but then the alarm rang and I woke up at seven.
Aged forty eight.
Walk into the woods with me
There is no path but there is sunlight and shadow
Later we can decide
If we will ever walk out again
new word: thundersnow
what on earth can that be like?
my heart in your hands
I still did not know your name
when I first saw your smile
I stood there in the melted snow
bus waiting hands burning despite my gloves
love (I think) filled my heart
