i write for a boy.

who i've met

only a handful

of times. 

i write for a boy.

who i did not 

know

until i was already

a person

with a hard shell

and a 

prejudice against

the world. 

i write for a boy.

who i should have

loved

every minute of the day

who i should have

fought with

every now and then, 

like siblings do

who i should have

known. 

i write for a boy.

who lives so close

and yet so

far

away from me. 

i write for a boy.

who is my brother

from the same mother,

but who was raised in a different family

because his father did not

want 

him when he barely a cluster of 

cells. 

i write for a boy.

who is no longer a boy

but is, instead,

a man.

i write for a man.

who i love despite the fact

that we are half siblings that 

grew up

in different worlds,

unaware of each other.

i write for a man.

who might never be 

"Uncle" to my future

children. 

i write for a man.

and i write for those that have lost

siblings,

not to death or divorce or the law,

but to adoption.

i write for a man.

who i wish to know

like i know my other

siblings.

i write for a man.

for i hope he will

know

that he is wanted by 

myself

my siblings

and 

my mother

who only gave him up

twenty-two

years ago

so that he would be raised by 

a mother

and

a father

who loved and wanted him

instead of 

just a mother,

just half of a family.

i write for a man.

and i hope he 

is well.