Some friends become our family over time and when you lose
that it can transform you forever.
Brothers
I was only ten when daylight struck
the frost turning
rays into falling
showers, only twelve
when the school
bus stalled and the
driver’s hand settled
on my arm.
I turned thirteen so
I could leave,
I packed my bags and
put all those
signs away.
Fourteen sitting high
above the city
lights on a small
brown hill looking down
and somewhere down
there he might lift
his head and wonder
where I am.
There’s thing about
two brothers
that will always be
more than friends,
there’s this thing
about these streets that
turns even simple
nights into tests of courage,
and as the light
recedes from my watching
eyes I think I’ll
miss you most.
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