The world ends only for the self

Brother and brother walk arm in arm,

trudging through mud

with the bigger boy pulling his smaller self

towards his body

to steady him in the thick, gummy soil.

 

They clear the dirt and burst into the field

unlinking their arms

as they sprint for home along a beaten path

still side by side

until they hit the entrance to their mother’s home.

 

Curled under her arms for a bedtime story

from the sofa

they listen in awe to the tale of a talking rabbit

with a funny voice

who makes them giggle all the way to bed.

 

Ten years later they wave goodbye as they exit

that same door

With bulging rucksacks on their backs

which they pack

into the boot of a small blue car they both owned.

 

Their journey through the world brings them

right back home

alongside two brides who squeeze into their lives

now time is split

between brotherhood and a life apart with others.

 

So small boy is best man for his older brother

and vice versa

with both committing to monthly pints together

to not discuss wives

but to watch a game still side by side at a bar.

 

The centre of their childhood world then dies

their brown-haired mother

but they take comfort in their shared grief

the only two people

who knew her unbounded love and warmth.

 

Life continues at an altered pace

under broken hearts

which beat together like they always have

from within two chests

that embodied the souls of two boys yet to rest.

 

As the years pass faster the older they grow

small boy gets sick

big brother pulls him close again but all love

is insufficient

to stave off the death that takes us all.

 

Standing over the hole that is six feet deep

the soil evokes the mud

from when brother and brother ran arm in arm

through grassy fields

 

Now a single man stands living

 

hands by his side

 

since the world ends only for the self.

 

brothers

About natashabrowne

Natasha is a freelance financial journalist and is a student of economics.
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