brother knows you better
brother knows you the best
he stands beside you, steady
as they lay your lover to rest
“i’m sorry,” he whispers, softly and slowly
why is it now that he chooses to be kind?
when all that you have ever wanted
is now six feet under, left behind
weeks later still, he watches you with sorrow
and under the weight of his gaze, you crack
anger flares and strikes
“why do you look at me like that?”
he turns his head away
but you’re stubborn and won’t turn back
“what loss have i suffered that you must be
so sorry, and look at me like that?”
brother had always been a poet
he had always been soft with words
but the ones that gave his answer
this time, they really did hurt
“tell me,” you had demanded,
your breath puffing under the sun.
he had smiled bitterly as he replied—
“a great one.”
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 2:38 PM UTC
brother knows you better
brother knows you the best
he stands beside you, steady
as they lay your lover to rest
“i’m sorry,” he whispers, softly and slowly
why is it now that he chooses to be kind?
when all that you have ever wanted
is now six feet under, left behind
weeks later still, he watches you with sorrow
and under the weight of his gaze, you crack
anger flares and strikes
“why do you look at me like that?”
he turns his head away
but you’re stubborn and won’t turn back
“what loss have i suffered that you must be
so sorry, and look at me like that?”
brother had always been a poet
he had always been soft with words
but the ones that gave his answer
this time, they really did hurt
“tell me,” you had demanded,
your breath puffing under the sun.
he had smiled bitterly as he replied—
“a great one.”
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