Who have you been while I’ve been growing?
to look at you I wouldn’t think a day had passed
nor that I would knock on your door on purpose
yet here we both are, and I’m stronger alone
Sister solder, you’d the same years that I did
with, I suppose, a little more safety and privilege
but we cried out the same evenings
lived for the same weekends
visited the same countries, loved the same friends
Only you never moved on, dear, did you?
And you were always happy with less
maybe that’s a flaw of mine, not yours
but we can both move on, and do what we do best