There's a shirt at the store.
A beautiful blue shirt
Cerulean, like his eyes.

It reminds me of him.

Everytime I see it
I fold it up
And try not to worry.

He's leaving this week.
To the desert,
Where there's danger
And guns
And war.

I know he stays on base.
I know he can handle himself.

But when I see that shirt
It reminds me of him
And it reminds me
That my brother is leaving again
And that I've never been as close to him
As I want to be
And that I've never seen eyes as blue as his
And that, again
He's going away.