every year
on this same date
i say to myself,
"huh, didn't you have a brother once?"
i remember him from
my childhood
his childhood
my sister's childhood.
and in my head
i say to my brother,
"didn't you have a sister once?
do you remember me from
your childhood?
my childhood?
our sister's childhood?
do you ever miss us?"
but i guess not.
we never hear anyway
if he does.
i
no longer take
it personally
because, after all,
it's his loss.
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