Poetic Excuses

Two Years

Two years until he's gone...
Don't they know?

I wonder...
Do they both worry?

Do they think about it before they sleep?
When they wake up?

Are they scared like I am?

I hope not. I want them to be happy and spend every moment together they can.

I look at his face when they cuddle... I know what he's thinking.

I listen to her voice when I complain about it... she's hiding it. I know she is.

Two years until my brother leaves my best friend and I.

Two years until I have to move on in life and help her through it.

Two years until he's just... gone.

Will he be gone forever?
Would he even remember me?

You know what... there are four years until we leave to live our lives, we should live those two years as a trio and then the last two as best friends.

I'm scared of living a life without them. I hate thinking about it...

But I know it'll happen eventually.

I'm going to miss them starting two years from now. When he leaves, she'll start separating herself from the others and I'll just have to try and be there for her.

Just two more years.
And after that, add two.

Two years sucks.
It's only two years.

That isn't enough.