Brother

Wish you were next to me
as these stars embrace me
as one of their own.
Things are coming to a close,
and yet the painful unfamiliarity
is pointing my eyes
to the road
as my home.

Wrapped in blankets and cold truth,
this chill night brings warmth
to my spine.
I look ahead, down this line,
to the highway that
has blessed me time
and time
again.

Wish my brother was next to me
as the sound of cars on the interstate
takes my breath away;
and, consequently,
I am suffocating,
I am clutching,
for ground beneath my feet,
for reassurance to befriend me,
for the Wild's arms to surround me.

My child's mind is the face
of the convict in the chair,
and I don't care what's next.
My mind is elsewhere,
by a fireside,
with my brother
next to me.