Brother

It wasn't long ago,

that I sat by and

watched your fingers

caress the keys of

the old grand piano

in the drawing room,

making music that

I couldn't get out

of my head.

It wasn't long ago,

that you would

call me our parents'

puppet, and that

I only knew how

to appease them,

never thinking

for myself.

It wasn't long ago,

that you left me

alone with mother

and father in this house,

forever to rot

amongst the old

traditions that you

so gleefully rejected.

It wasn't long ago,

that I wished I could

be just like you, and

have you love me,

just like you loved

who you referred to

as your "real" brother.

I remember trying to

play the piano with

your same grace,

eyes reading the

notes on the page,

but fingers never

quite hitting the

right key.

I remember showing

you the books I filled

with my elegant script

that perfectly matched

yours, hoping you'd find

something amid my

poetry worthy of praising.

I remember seeing you

in the halls at school,

secretly hoping that one

day, you'd invite me to

join you and your friends,

who you seemed to consider

your siblings more than you

considered me your

brother.

I remember all the times

I wanted you to turn

around and hug me,

or just ruffle my hair

in the way I hated you to,

just to show that you

actually cared.

Instead you went to live

with people who shared

your same liberal views

of the world, leaving

me in the shadows.

Instead you threw me

into the corner to gather

cobwebs and dust when

all I wanted was for you

to take me with you.

Instead you picked your

boyfriend over me,

hoping to escape from

what you thought was

a false reality.

Instead you never taught

me the real truths of the

world that you always

said I should believe;

the things you said

you believed.

Secretly, I cried,

missing you…

longing for you

to come back.

Secretly, I thought

about rebelling from

our parents, just to

show you that I could.

Secretly, I watched you,

and wondered what

you would do if I tried

to talk to you.

Secretly, I dreamed

about you hugging

me, waking when I

realized that I would

never have you come

back to kiss me goodbye.