I don't get very far
Before running at the car
I think I'm faster in this summer sun.
My brother too, joins the race
My head start versus his faster pace
We reach a locked door; who gets to ride shotgun?
Dad smiles and stands
Car keys in hand
Waiting for us to settle our dispute
Big brother takes a step and sighs
Backs off to let me take the prize
It seems I get the front seat for this route
How strange to think
They passed in a blink
These rare times of happiness and peace.
From the moment till today
What time has passed I cannot say
I wonder what we've lost from his caprice
Somewhere along this darkened street
Big brother found his own two feet,
Stumbled away and lost the boy I used to know
Once, my brother
Now, just another
What happened to him when he had to grow?
I miss the prods, I miss the pokes
I miss the way he used to joke
I miss knowing that he knew I was there
No more games
Or calling names
No sign that he even used to care.
Where is my friend, where is my foe?
Did he leave him at Long Ago?
What happened to our daily plays and fights?
When I look up he should be there
He should have some advice to spare
Why do I have a poem to write?
