Afraid of what the future will bring
afraid that love will again take hold
to the past that one of us may cling
to overcome it i have to be bold
spring is coming and summer is next
home i will fly and him i will face
talk we must and not with text
can i answer his questions with grace
can i explain and will he accept
that love isn't and wasn't enough
the tides of distance efficiently swept
the threads that held us, as light as fluff
active in scouts I still plan to be
though scouts is his inseperable brother
what will than become of me
can I have one and not the other.
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