The Unspoken Bond Poem by Dorukhan Baris Oguzcan

The evening air grows still and rich and deep,
Where two old friends a silent vigil keep.
No need for words, no hurry to begin,
The shared cigar, a bond from deep within.

One draws a light, a ritual of grace,
The flame reflects in his familiar face.
'Remember when...' he starts, and then he smiles,
And journeys back across a thousand miles.

The smoke becomes a screen for memories shown,
The first cigar, a secret all their own.
The stolen moments, youthful, bold, and free,
Beneath the gaze of a forgotten tree.

'And how about the time you lost your way,
That crazy night that turned a week to day? '
A gentle laugh, a puff, a knowing glance,
A shared rebellion, a youthful chance.

The other speaks, his voice a softer tone,
Of triumphs fought and struggles overcome.
'I thought I'd lost it all, that winter long,
Until your call, a fortress, brave and strong.'

The cigar burns, a measure of the tale,
A sacred time where no defense can fail.
The ash a testament to moments past,
The bonds of friendship, built to ever last.

They talk of love and loss, of hope and dread,
The unsaid words that live inside the head.
Of children grown, and futures yet to be,
A shared existence, for all the world to see.

The final ember glows a brilliant red,
The last of words are quietly unsaid.
Two men, two souls, united in the night,
Bathed in the wisdom of a fading light.