Two Brothers

A frozen reality
of a warm home
streaks through my dreams.
What I remembered
and what is now true
are probably brothers
two who walked together
but one grew tired and rested
while the other continued
as it knows not what “tired” means.

I, too, walked on
and they know not
where I am
and where I’m going
only that we may one day cross paths again,
but just me and the walker.

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