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Two men
After 20 years
they met.

Two friends
20 years
apart they were.

Neither would show it
But angry they were

Neither would admit it
But mourn they did want to

And then
20 hours later
After reminiscing
The glory days
The  drunken debaucheries
The crushes
and the future they planned
They stood
On a road that led two ways
Like most goodbye roads do

The pain visible
The hurt suppressed
The separation looming
The goodbye imminent
But the pride Unfailing

And then none knew who was the weaker
The one who turned away first
or the one who kept standing


The pain will not pass
The drink 20 something old
The anger will remain
for losing touch