This was written specifically about my relationship with my brother and I mayhaps have been crying while writing it.
Big Brother (Written 4-8-20)
My memories of you
are few and far between
I remember your door
always closed and locked tight
I remember sneaking in
to see your instruments and knives
I remember driving to your school
where you graduated and I will soon
In so many ways we're similar
our interests and our paths
But now you've moved away
and now we never speak
That's one thing that
I can never remember
The last time we had
an honest conversation
Have we ever had one?
The sad part is that I know
if you showed up at our front door
just to stop by and say 'hello'
I'd still hide away in my room
I'd still have nothing to say to you
YOU ARE READING
Chance (Poetry Collection)
PoetryIn 2020 amid the COVID-19 quarantine, I started writing poetry again. These are the chances I took to connect with others through simple gatherings of words even if we couldn't gather in public. [March 14 - PRESENT]
