to my Brother’s Spirit
at first, my courage
was naive
it couldn’t have imagined
so it led with that
now my courage
feels old
no longer looking
no longing for something to happen
like Mom said – I knew
there was something
more interesting about us
and I felt it
now I couldn’t care less
I want to live
as long as we can
in case we were wrong
unedit 
This is intense:
“I want to live
as long as we can”
Thank you good sir. A poem on the eve of my brother’s trip to jail.
ooof. sorry to hear.