|Why did you change? What did I do?|
We were like brothers, and now
Your face is a wall without windows, while you
Abrogate what small claims you allow.
I don't understand what undid the sweet bond
That for years yielded nothing but joy.
I am who I was, and yet you respond
As though it were my aim to annoy.
Perhaps there's no why when some untoward wind
Whips away what we hold to our hearts.
Though bitter it be to leave loved ones behind,
It remains the most precious of arts.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon