Necropolae..

We stood beneath a tall Black Pine at the end of Glenridge road.
"There are no strangers here",..I thought.
In this silent city where loved ones pause to renew the ties that bind.

I watched,..
as you knelt,with gentle grace,to stroke the handsome face of your only brother.

How they've grown.
On our own.
Since you've gone.

Jacob knows,..and loves you.
Perhaps as much as I.