Soon after my brother ran away I failed 

To conquer our room the way I’d always wanted

Tossing his ridiculous vintage comic books and video games

Ripping apart the black and white whitty posters with jokes

I never truly understood, rolling my eyes as he’d repeat them like mantras

Wearing his best pair of jeans, so wonderfully fitting, so undeniably cool

Why on earth would he leave those behind I wondered

If not only to come right back running after them? 

I wanted nothing to change and my family to love me

With all the love my brother freed up in their hearts when he fled

But instead we became a crowd of four strangers, looking around for reasons

To spend some time together and failing to find

Even a single one.

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