To Peter
Oct 19, 2020
You were wiser at fifteen than I am at twenty-five
We didn’t grow to know one another
But I knew that much about you
You struggled as I have in life
Persevered more than I had early on
From afar I admired you without your knowledge
I judged you
Shamelessly then, shamefully now
You were more — never less than
I know about the quarry signs and I cherish the pact you have
You were wise beyond the merit outsiders perceived
You were Peter — and to me that means grounded
I miss you, friend
You might not expect that from me
But I miss you, friend
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