That Which Is Lost

Looking out the window

at the rain as it streams

down the glass in torrents.

The reflection of a face

so similar to his—

the part of him that

wants to let it all go.

The set line of his lips

betrays the façade

he fights to hold firm.

For the sake of his brother,

for the sake of appearing

stronger than his mistakes.

Even so, the raindrops

streak silently down

the reflection of his face

as he tries to forget

what he believes

is his fault alone.

Even though it is clear—

the contribution was equal.

And he has no idea

how lucky he is

to be able to cry.