The closest distant friend (Yes, you brother)

Just as, I sit with mom

prattling about

how we finally, solely

have the hall to us.

No more reeky socks

or slothfulness he spreads,

or Ten Sports' commentary.

We sit there,

sucking the happiness

out of the walls, that 

talk of him,

about him, so loud.

The calendar there, that

has 12 different pictures

of same us,

smartly lies of togetherness

the whole year.
And secretly,
the floor, the windows,

the TV remote, ache 

to feel his presence.

especially the wall clock,

t'was put outside the room,

every night, for it's ticks 

every second muddled

our boy's creative mind.

We laugh it out,

I hide my heart in my pocket

as we talk about 

his November flight to us.

'cause I fail to name the emotion

that brings me infinte zeal

and happiness, followed by

a longer goodbye.