Do you remember,
When we were 18.
Your brother caught us kissing in your back yard.
It was forbidden.
But it was love.
Because I remember him,
Shouting and Calling for your father.
And us running hand in hand.
You were shaking like a little bird.
I held you in my arms, trying to protect you from the world.
Do you remember,
When we were 19.
You finally told your father that you loved me.
You came crying to my house,
A suitcase in hand.
Because I remember,
Trying to comfort you.
I was the only family you needed.
And that night, silly me, I forgot to lock the door.
Your brother invited himself in.
Drunk. A gun in his hand.
How could he?
It was only love.
I will never forgive myself.
