we were mortal once and then learned the secret to the eternal

gold and iron
the past isn't always
as golden
as we like
to remember.
sometimes its
not so much
golden
as much as
like
a rusted over
piece of iron.


remember?
what were
we like
about ten
years ago?
the people
we used to be
then
might
barely recognize
themselves
now.

dead young men
there have been
far more of them
than need be
the last few years.
fighting for personal reasons,
fighting because of
patriotism and obligation
fighting for the chance
to come back home alive.
fighting for a time
when they won't have to fight.



we ran into each other but were strangers once again.

learning to become strangers from friends.

divide the night into unknown and madness.

just like its always been before, it will always be later.