Burned

"You wore my favorite shirt,
the shirt that shows off your collar bones.
You wore your old school snap back,
and your faded jeans.

You looked at me and laughed,
your way of showing I stare too much.
I smiled as I watched you walk closer.
Walking with your hands in pocket."

I have you burned in my mind this way.

Forever Gone.

Loving Her is Difficult

 Loving her is difficult.

She married my brother,

has babies and bought a home.

I don't know if I can do that?

Can I make her happy?

She smiles as she walks around the farmers market,

I wonder what shes thinking about.

Is she thinking of my brother?, cooking that meal he loves so much.

When I watch them play,

she cuddles right up to him,

like their love will never end.

She married my brother.

I never see her cry,

she holds everything together as if her life is perfect.

Maybe it is?

Could I have made it perfect?

Loving her is difficult.

She smiles at me but then looks at him.

I cant hold her gaze long enough for her to wonder about us.

She married my brother.

Loving her is difficult.