More than just cousins, and best friends.
We put on lavish plays and sang John Denver in the back of the RV.
You loved the city, and I the country; and how we loved the boys.
Our childhood years flew—a crevice of independence opened between us.
Poignant and painful, we were lured separate ways.
The road to reuniting lay before us. But I couldn’t find it and you were forced to detour.
We spoke once briefly and softly near the end.
So brave you must have been. Only 27.
Inspired by A Great Looking Couple. Image from Britannica.
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