Growing Up Is Growing Apart
I watch my nephew from afar via pictures and videos,
knowing he is perfectly wonderful in his wonderful perfection.
I am filled with a sense of pride - a sliver of what his father must feel -
Whenever I look upon the achievements and strides he takes from each day.
The happiness is bittersweet, however, knowing that he is growing up without me.
I walk through the house,
Now empty of all its’ former furnishings and trinkets,
And I smile in reminiscence of times shared with Seth and Brian.
Holes in the walls tell the story of our tenure;
The wild days of the kelly street kings.
The feeling is different than I remember,
With a certain weight hanging in the air
Like the house itself is holding you in place.
I am happy when I think of our time there,
But I wonder how we came to hate it so much.
People grow up.
There is a current in time,
Much like a river’s,
That pulls at the human heart,
Moving us along into maturity and mundane life.
I am growing up.
As much as I long to remain young,
And live forever at the brink of destruction,
I keep finding the world pulling me along.
