your brother told me
that he was once
afraid of the world.
he told me that he never fit in
any place and that there never
seemed to be room for someone
like him.
and i told him that i understood,
because i did.
and as we talked and talked,
late into the night,
he helped me remember who i was
because when you left all i knew
was missing you,
and now i can go back
to living my life
instead of chasing boats
and fantasies.