Today is my brother’s birthday,
one year older,
and further away.

He was always the eldest,
not an easy job.

He made some mistakes, who hasn’t?
He worked hard and made it through.

But somehow
without moving an inch
he went far away and then
farther.

A sentimental soul
who started
protecting himself until there were
no cracks to get through.

I miss my brother.

Alone in his fortress.

Love, February