Brother Poem by Gretta Gin

With clumsy hands I'm pushing on your door,
You know I'm standing here so why are you so cold?
Can't you remember times then it was ‘us' in there -
In our world, in our room we'd shared?
Don't you bemoan the laugh between these walls
With our youth as free as our souls?
Why being angry if it's you who chose
To burn the bridge and leave that door closed?
Your muffled cries are audible through lock
And I can be a soothing hand for you to hold,
Don't run away and hide behind your cover
You know I'll always love you, older brother.