Friday, March 4, 2011

The One Where I Woke Up With Clenched Fists.

Dear Lover,

Today I think only of my Brother.
Not of you.
And it will be like this sometimes, I think.
I hope that doesn't hurt your heart.
But there are other hearts to carry sometimes.
And today, I hope for his.
For his heart.
And his happiness.
And hard work.
For arms in the air.
And jumping and shouting.
And embraces!


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