Esau

I am important. To me
you don’t seem bothered. At all.
You don’t put time in - with me
it’s all work and business like.

I’d love to rescue a piece
of something useful from this -
the history shared by us then
has made us men, and shattered us.

I’m not important. To you
I’m part of brokenness. Trying
to live a better way. But
just tell me how you’re doing.

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