Only a matter of moments Going the wrong way Around the sun Would take me back To before Your identity.
One day I woke up, And you were bleeding other people. In a million different colors, And never ending faces. I woke up, And you were no longer small. You were something that Could put planets on a leash, And puzzle piece together Entire new people In your mind.
But little brother, I still treasure Your simple inexperienced lines From long ago. The crooked hand, And the claw like Umbrella Seeming to crash down On a raincoat figure.
I spilled water on the sheet of copier paper You printed your masterpiece Out on for me, Smudged the rainbows, Bled yellow into the raindrops. But I love it.
This beautiful imperfect Reminder That you were once A child.