FAMILIES

A Poem for My Brother:

I started writing a story about you and me, but the trees begged to be heard, the grass sang beneath our feet, and suddenly a single memory of us turned into my life…

With you, forever, with you.

With you, forever, with you.

Our house exhales seasons, and with each new breath, a vision of life emerges.

We remember our lives like the ocean makes waves: guided by light, pulled by the weight of gravity, forever writing and rewriting our new names in the sand.

The moment will pass. The feeling won’t.

The moment will pass. The feeling won’t.

The moment will pass. The feeling won’t.

The years will turn the pages.
But somewhere, in a photograph,
we are still laughing in that yard.

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