To My Brother

To My Brother

I remember when

I was young

My bro and I

Used to always play together

I remember when

I enter in his dark-green bedroom

Opening his old boxes plenty of toys

With legos we were making stories

With cars we were racing

With all of that we were laughing

I remember when

I had to wake up him the morning

Knocking at his door

Until he got out

To take me in his arms

I remember when

We were skiing together

To see who first

Is going to make the 360

On our favorite jump

I remember when

He taught me how to draw

When his big hand

Had just put on mine

To show me the delicate movements of this art

And I remember when

He was telling me

That I was his favorite

Little brother

But I remember when

He left us

To do his studies

He went to England

I remember that day

When my mom was crying

And I was sad

Five years after

When he came back

With his diploma

He was proud

But I knew that

He changed a lot

Now he’s married

And he got a job

When I ask him to play

He responds me “Not now, I’m busy”

And when I enter

In his dark-green bedroom

I can’t stop wishing

That my memories

Come real again.