Pluviophile

[57] - Reasons

[57] – Reasons

“My brother never ran away again

And quit smoking

The best he could.

I caught him sneaking cigarettes

Into his school pencil case

And he cried when I found out.

My father worked harder than ever

To keep this broken family stable

And to cover up his grieving.

That night he had lost two people

And I can hear him mutter under his breath

Wishing he had been home that night

Instead of away because of work.

I watched as my brother trained hard for sports

Getting more aggressive with each play

As he blamed himself

More each day.

I didn’t do anything but observe

My crumbling family

Fall deeper into the graves we dug

For our mother and sister.

So at one point,

I did the most cowardly thing.

I understood my brother’s old perspective

And left.”