My Ten-Years-Older Brother
by Robert K. Johnson
(E.F.J.)
I waited so many years
for you to climb down
from your cliff — to no longer be
my aloof older brother,
but a brother.
Now I wait for you
to come out of a coma,
but you drift away into death,
leaving me bowed in grief
over the corpse of my hope.
Copyright © 2018 by Robert K. Johnson.
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