Through all the times we've been together, and all the times we've talked; We remain two strangers focused on the paths we choose to walk. You followed the path along the left, while I took the trail to the right. You enjoy the morning sun, while I reviel in the blackest night. Your searched for things beautiful and soft, while I seached for the diamond hidden underneath. You pushed away the sanctitiy of family, while I struggled to keep it all withing my reach. And strangers we remain, after all that has been said and done; And somehow you just sit there, with out a clue to all the battles lost and won. Your eyes remain closed, to all the tears I've cried, to all the times I've tried to reach you and to all the lives I've died. I could go on forever about our differences and about how the distance between us caused me pain, but I doubt you would understand this, for no matter how close I get to you, strangers we remain.
very nicely written, I also grew up without my father