Never Really Left

But I know this isn’t goodbye–

not really.

It’s just distance teaching,

how strong we are.

Everything in me still wishes time would wait,

or even stop.

Just one more minute.

You’re out there chasing your future,

and I’m here holding onto the past–

Not being able to let you go,

because if I do:

it means I lose you,

just to grow.

But go,

make someone else feel safe,

just like you did to me.

Fill more rooms with your laughter

just like you did to mine.

And I’ll stay,

saving you a seat for dinner,

saving you all you ever loved.

But most importantly,

loving you from every mile apart.

Now the time is running out

and what felt like years is now days

until the countdown begins,

to see you again.

But I won't stop you.

you’ll always be 

the brother

who never really left.

Frida R.