memories that are private jokes
how you grow trust out of thorns
remains a mystery
But it happens
One day you realize
is a person
Not just a task
You drop the mask
You treasure their name
Where you stand is no longer the same.
If you are lucky
is another dimension of you
that you trash or celebrate or keep in mind.
But you could never if ever consider leaving behind.
Reading this makes me wish I had a sibling. Lucky Emanuel