Memories of my Brother

I decided I would challenge myself to write a poem for my brother every day this month and this is the result. It is rough and rugged and it is a mere work-in-progress but I'm just writing down stuff I want to say.


12. XII

You seemed to grow old suddenly
While I was still mid-game or
Mid-sentence, even
And then you were not so much you
As some stranger
And I think that's when we stopped
Pretending that we were close
Because you were practically fossilised
In your new school
And I was little more than a foetus -
Waiting to grow into my pretentiousness
From the toy box of my primary education
And some days, when you swigged
Lemonade in town
With the magnitude of your eleven years
Weighing on me like
The sky had grown too heavy for its shoulders
I would throw your old paper aeroplanes
Down the bend in the stairwell
And wonder why there was no longer
A little boy to throw them back up
Like each game was test
For physics
And for me.

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