Her brother never comes home anymore
He's doing younger brother things
Smoking and drinking and racing
Sleeping on couches and waking up confused
She always leaves the top latch undone
Even though he probably won't return
She always leaves a light on in the hall
Never wanting to leave him in the dark
She searches her memories for the moment
Trying to pinpoint how their lives diverged
The search is always fruitless
But the memories are worth the effort
Today she would have had no clue
There were no signs that he had come home
Except for his cereal bowl in the kitchen sink
Which, for once, she didn't mind washing for him
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very realistic
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