Two paths cross in the Holiest of temples
The burden of pain and anger buckling my knees
A laugh of recognition
A snide comment passing between us
All before I lay my burdens down
I appeal to him
Seeking explanation and understanding
He replies with past slights
Relives all my stumbling transgressions
I despair
Make defensive accusations of my own
We spill emotional blood as the people walk among us
Hope for stubborn resolution slowly fading
My eyes become wet
I reach out to him
Wishing to embrace who I once called brother
But that bond is forever broken
A chapter is closed on a book no one's written and
Two strangers walk forward in opposite directions
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Bros before hoes.
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