It started with a scorpion bowl shared between brothers. It grew to partners, to family, to a life.
The table added chairs for friends wide and far. A Tuesday Ritual - a circle, a light.
As time passed our ritual became empty much like the bowl at the end of those Tuesday nights.
Until one day we drifted apart.
Weddings uncelebrated.
Stories untold.
Friendships but a memory.
Hurt to heavy to hold.