You remind me of my brother,
before he broke.
Before he became wrapped up in that cloak
of night, so lightless and lifeless
I could never find him again.
Your smile still shines,
you’re a street light in this blackened gasoline abyss
we call night.
The pavement is slick,
oiled up as it rains darkness upon the panes shattered
in our pains,
in our plaintive cries as we call out
searching for a brother we know
we will never find.