You called me the other night
With nothing much to say.
An unexpected surprise
Something dad would do.
Our conversation awkward,
I scrambled for things to tell you.
Somehow it seemed different
When we don’t talk face to face.
As children, we argued over selfish things
Fighting about who was loved more
Never satisfied with the infinite draw,
Always desiring, unfulfilled with what each had
Now we talk about our lives as if none of it happened.
Wrestling for the remote, fighting for the bathroom,
Screaming obscenities, wishing to be the only child.
Children lacking something, never sure of what it was.
Over time we have switched places,
As you let go of old habits I acquired them.
You now offer outreached, open arms
with your fists no longer clenching.
You've acknowledged your anger and malice,
Little brother how much you’ve changed
No longer the petty, self centered boy I recall,
Although, still cruel in your play of affection.
“I miss you little brother,” I try to express on the phone.
All the words of my knowledge couldn’t do justice.
Even now my appreciation for you is not clear.
As I only show my adoration in jest.
You were the rose’s thorn that pricked me
You were the tears that brought me joy
And the clouds that brought me rain.
You were the infinite weight of sorrows
And the cure of my everlasting solitude.
