how deep

fourteen...

that was the number

that marked my existence

when it hit me.

that warbled bass line,

syncopated guitar chops

and smooth silky soul.

i was in the back seat 

of my brother's 

banana yellow

'69 cutlass supreme,

on the road to nowhere,

when you sang

about how much she meant

to you.

all the lies and heartache,

the pain 

that you endured

just to love someone 

until you died.

you were talkin'

to me.

my young ears

gobbled up the hurt

like biscuits and gravy.

for i was in the same situation

as you~

love struck and confused.

a new york mining disaster

of sorts.

yet you pulled me out

with ease.

a switch that had me

snapping and bobbing

to the fever pitch 

of a saturday night

and wandering,

when the time was right,

how deep her love for me 

really was.

hugging bell bottoms

and fly collar shirts,

straight hair or afros

on the girls in mini skirts.

your signature was there,

soaring high in falsetto 

echos

that had us all abuzz...

your reflection

must have been lonely

and beckoned 

for your companionship.

twins are so close...

they have that love until you die

relationship

that you sang so well.

the flowing locks,

tight harmony

and 

haunting melodies

will always remain.

oh my friend,

you'll never know

what you meant to me.