ded. to my brother, Andrew, who's now with the U.S. Airforce. we're only 14mos. apart. I miss him and love him so much i threw on an old memory; hangin' off the back of your door. caught the scent of collect'd oils that permeat'd this fabric: frequently worn, cologne-beaten memories confined to my breathin' space. you wore that shirt when we went out & made our presence known to the evening. we thought us to be so cool; list'd our elements to chillin'; a ten commandments for the vibe. funny how we organized what should've been so natural, but we were younger then; adolescents, consumed by Saturday kung fu marathons in our wash'd out pajamas, with karate characters fadin' in the fabric. I never really understood our bond, til I was old enough to appreciate it. but don't think I loved you late, 'cause I've always loved you; even when your biology was confined to dime sacs, nickel bags & ****** had you believin' "high" was a self-esteem. I'm not use to us goin' so long without speakin'. sometimes I cry 'cause you ain't here to talk to/ we talk through plastic phones, tallyin' time on the wall of our minds like cell wall hieroglyphics scribed by inmates, countin' down to their parole dates in roman numerals. you're miles away from me but your spirit's close, while i'm wearin' our old clothes, with our memories caught in fabric time. time's got me missin' what use to annoy me: corny jokes you purposely told, from the passenger seat, with the intention of me makin' those facial expressions that always made you laugh. we are brothers mistaken on the street as childhood friends who grew up knowin' each other's families, but our relationship goes deeper than that illustration. we took each other for grant'd; both of us with the thought that we had the rest of our lives to treasure those moments. but I miss them now, & find myself wearin' our clothes before your scent gets lost in the washload, but I'll never be able to fit your shoes.