I Drew My Brother
In pastels,
It was vaguely reminiscent.
I was tempted to draw a black hole
above his left ear
But did not want this to be a perfect moment
I did not want him to be there
with cancer,
So unlike his life.
The act was therapeutic
For me, not him
He'll never know, nor should he
What his plight
puts us through.
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