it’s me

came so close
did he wanna come home
strings from the near past
no longer cast in iron
stretching back to early child
is he having fun yet, again?
find him find him
find him and try to remember
what was that nickname you never once complained about
but shed somewhere around teen
it’s like my Jim boy said,
“it’s one thing to learn in your head –
much harder to learn in your heart”
“letting go lives,
day by day,”

his sister sighs