Poetry of the Ages

All Mine

One thought to be lost

Is re-found again

But the time is wrong

Even as I write this song

I wanted you around

Even if you never made a sound

I missed you

I loved you

No matter how much

You did not want me around

You’re my brother all the same

3 years past I almost gave up

Then I see you again

Just the timing sucked

Give me a number

And I’ll give you mine

So I can have something of yours

To call mine