lost boys

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.

The End

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