baby brother
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Number 1 - become his best friend
Remembering the smell of long nights newly blossomed, pink lilies lying on the carpet of a forgotten home
I wake up every morning
and look to the bed one my side
and find him sleeping
calm, closed eyes.
I push out and walk
over by him and plant
a soft kiss on his cheek
Where are you when you start to wander off?
Away from us.
away from everything that we call reality.
Your reality may be different but it may be that you are just misinterpreted by people that don't understand you.
