OctPoWriMo 2019: Day 17: Do You Remember?

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Do you remember when we had all our lives ahead

In times before hope was replaced by dread

Do you remember all the sunshine days

Back when life was a place to play

The best of people in the world was my brother

Over him I'd never have chosen any other

 In the times before everything turned gray

Back when life was a place to play

Your sister became someone broken within

Who had no idea how to repair her sin

Your sister still wonders if we can return one day

Back when life was a place to play

I would have chosen you as my friend regardless of blood

My love for you is real, my brother, my bud

Can we turn back although our hair's gone gray

Back when life was a place to play?

~Cie~

Notes:

My brother is four years younger than me. I was there when he was born. He made his way into the world quickly.

As children, we were very close. But time, circumstances, and misunderstandings have driven us apart, something I would not have been able to believe could happen when I was a child.

Honestly, this is rather a vulnerable point for me and I would appreciate compassion if one feels the need to say anything.