Through his eyes…

His deep brown eyes cross mine…
Markings around them say that he’s been crying.
He looks away to avoid my eyes
And I start to wonder, back then, how things were nice…

He hides himself behind his Chemistry book
Aware that I would stare at him the moment he looked.
I would not for the world let those tears mar his face…
Gone are him beauty, his courage, his grace.

He thinks it’s too late for things to change,
Nostalgic memories of how they danced in the rain.
His dear sister is irreplaceable, he says
Gone are those beautiful, beautiful days.

He wishes he’d see her sweet face sometime soon
The day he’d hug her when he gets back home…
Finally he turns, looks and smiles at me,
Somewhere deep inside, he sees his little sister in me.


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