Dedicated to Andrew Madill.
Strange…these spots we share;
same arm, same shape.
Silently bound to one another;
struggling to each obtain a desired level of happiness.
Each broken in one manner or another,
one desiring more than the other,
boldly forth to what is to come.
Ups and downs always present
we get through them like the weather.
Always changing, forever growing endless
as the sands of time.