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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