Stumbled down stairs, to fight fears of wondering lonesome friends who stepped too far from home.
A fist struck low, from a fathers right when his son chose to go toe to toe. From the shadow of two figures in the window, the friend peers helplessly, restlessly. As the cold bite of wind westwardly hits his nose.
In the moment there were two, down the companionway fell the fellow companion while the mistrustful man lands in a pool of rage.
RAGE!
"Why won't you listen son?! I'm trying to save you!"
FEAR!
"Why won't you hear me father? I won't warrant this paternal cage any longer!"
With two closed hands, the young man ascended to fight a beloved foe.
A swing and a miss, brought memory of baseball games from long ago.
"Keep that chin up, bat high, son, and don't forget to use your hips..."
Caught in the lip by luck, a fist struck the household head. As both would shed tears on the footsteps ahead.
The friend waited dearly as this scene unfolds, with ponderous eyes he thought of words to be told. Only moments before, he too was torn down by words of a mother...
Resentment!
"Get out! Fly, and don't come back. I can't stand your current track"
Ring, ring.. Announcement.
"Friend, is it too much to ask for a night at your dads apartment?"
Little did he know that his coming would begin a quarrel bombardment where he watched his dear friend leave the escarpment, only to find both parties disheartened and departed from home.
Asleep in the bite of cold the two friends held close to the idea of never being alone.