Brother
i was small when you were born.
i loved to run my dimpled fingers
through your golden hair
and play peek-a-boo in between
our days of slumber and loss.
although i haven’t always been there for you
i miss the moments you felt alone
even if i didn’t know about them.
i would follow you anywhere now
to keep you safe like i used to try to do
when we were little and life was new.