Wolverine

for Joshua, my first brother;

I said goodbye to my brother;
late one night before
a flight early
the next morning.

I met him in the carpark
outside a jazz club
we’d go to
and pretend;

Like everything
was going to be okay.

He was with a girl;
his last night
in a city
he’d never come back to –

She knew that.
She smiled at me, like
I was a mirror
of anything
she loved in him –

As I told him
everything I loved
in him –

Not knowing
if I’d ever see him again.

He wept;
not knowing when
he’d hear
a voice
like mine again.

I said goodbye to my brother;
in a carpark outside
a jazz club –

A place we’d go to pretend
like one day we’d find
a more concrete
escape.

He left with a girl;
and I turned my back
on him;
turned back
to a city that tired of me.

No one saw me crying.


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