Saturday, November 22, 2014

One Brother.

I have
one brother
and one sister.

And I really can't imagine it
any other way.

I have one of each.
How could I have
more than one
of each?

I've been noticing something
more often than usual.

When I see a boy
out of the corner of my eye,
there is always
one split second
when I think,
"Oh, that's my brother."

It's the movement of a hand
when he's talking.

Or when he's sitting next to me
and leans forward.

I have one brother.
And growing up,
he was the one
whose hand I saw moving.
Who leaned forward.

In my life,
I learned about
what boys looked like,
what boys moved like,
what they thought like,
through my one brother.

And they will always hold
a little bit of him
in them.

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