You’re coming home,
Three days,
Three days and I’ll be pressed against your chest,
No more facetiming across the world,
No more calling at midnight while you pick up at 6am…
Instead of uneasy words,
When I cry you can hold me, you can twirl my hair and rub my back
Like you used to.
When I want to scream you can drive me out to the middle of nowhere and let me,
We can drive again, music blaring, voices singing,
hands out the window and smiles plastered to our faces.
Three days until I get my brother back...