The Rift (a poem)

I can feel the rift

Beginning to form.

Life moves on, 

They say,

People grow apart

And move away,

Siblings become 

Strangers,

As we all get lost

In our own worlds.

Missions and 

Spouses and

Mistakes made.

I can feel the rift

Beginning to form.

This wasn't supposed to happen to us,

Our memories and

Adversities

Were supposed to hold us together.

Popcorn and licorice,

Euchre games and

Swimming pools.

I can feel the rift

Beginning to form.

No matter what,

We always had each other,

But now I know

That won't always be the case.

Hospitals and

Weddings and

Too many tattoos.

I can feel the rift

Beginning to form.

Life has a way of tearing families apart,

Time has a way of stealing everyone you love.