bro

every girl aches for an older brother.

all I know of you, science tells me,

says you liked the smells of vanilla and strawberries.

we were similar, you and me

my heart was broken too,

but mine was (quickly) mended.

winter babies, both of us,

and middle names related.

you slept there first and later, I.

you can miss a place you’ve never been,

love a soul you’ve never met.

you are our tragedy,

even if I was not blessed to meet you,

we are connected, you and me

included in my family tree,

always love you brother.

(and somewhere, if I ever had a son I’d name him after you.)

we woulda been buddies.