When we talk, it’s awkward.
Polite conversations.
Curt nods.
But once we slip back into us,
We’re brother and sister again.
Punch arms, slap hands.
Play soccer and throw a football around
Toss a Frisbee and make jokes
Tease and taunt each other
Counter remarks
And then you leave.
Right when it gets good,
You disappear.
It’s unfair. I’m growing up,
And I need my older brother.
To teach me about life
And be like those cliché guys
That promises to beat up my boyfriend.
I can’t wait til you come back.
Even if it’s for a few weeks,
It’s better than none.

The End

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