Broken Bonds

Laughter spills in empty halls

as my brother bounced around the walls.

Childhood joy lights his face

and Oh! how I hope my shadow

never extinguishes his flame.

He slips through my fingers,

runs further away,

and with every step he takes,

thread by thread, our bond breaks.

Watching shows and sneaking candies,

Dancing, playing and fighting,

Oh what joy was to be had those days,

and now, we grow further away.

The break is my fault, not his,

for I fear there is something in me amiss.

He has never known the broken me,

so now cuts won't form with my broken piece.

A tiny thread holds us in limbo

and I feel it tear with

every sharp hand and a sharper word.

Yet I fear the day it snaps apart,

Leaving me adrift among fading stars

and memories that are never too far.