Remembering, quietly,
those long, painful nights and
the cold, cold floor against
my warm feet and
the soft clothing turned
unbearable,
instantly...
I try to forget the
dirty water and the
harsh, icy glances,
or the mumbles or the
quick, cruel mutterings of
phrases they thought I
wouldn't understand.
And I remember
decorating your window
with stickers...
I never realized but
you were another brother and
our goodbye was
confused and false,
too.
Afterwards, I wondered,
would you remember the smiles or
just the horror stories you'll be fed?
How long will it take until I
no longer need to be added to that
portrait of your family?
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