He's holding her hand on a sweltering Jersey day
As his brother smokes with his madvillain friends
On the concrete stoop. Cars race and blare.

He's holding her hand
And it was only meant to be a trip to the store
For an overpriced gallon of milk,
Not an exercise in doublethink.

"Brother D." But the young boy, 
Who's holding her hand,
Right now he doesn't have a brother.
He tries to fabricate a smile.

Family that never talks to each other,
Strangers that become closer than family.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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