Still My Older Brother

I reach out to my brother,
And his answers
A lack of interest

We shared a room for years,
And common memories
That shaped us

But then a joke,
A start,
And we begin to talk
In our weird
Halting manner

About our
World Cup teams,
And not so much on how
Our mom is doing

In everything I am
So much a part --

He's still
My older brother
A certain age
Inside my weary

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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