God, how I miss you!
We were best buddies, growing up together.
Sharing a room, toys, everything.
You were the youngest boy, me the oldest. Neither of us got along well with Tommy, so we bonded.
I protected you from bullies.
We played D&D together, & went to Science Fiction cons.
Stayed up late to watch Godzilla films.
When you did something very wrong, & Dad was in a furious mood anyway, I lied, said I did it, took your beating for you.
Shared a bedroom, & our lives.
When I got my first paying job, I bought you things. Lead figures, & paint & brushes. You won contests at the local hobby shop with your entries.
I danced at your wedding. The only time I’ve ever danced in my life.
Then, you divorced.
We…grew apart.
You don’t visit Mom & Dad for 6 months on end, even though we’re 30 minutes away from your home.
You don’t visit me.
When I try to visit, you won’t let me in, because you’re “busy”.
You never phone, & when I phone you, you have no time.
When I ask, you say there’s nothing wrong.
I miss you.
You didn’t come for Thanksgiving Dinner.
You won’t be here for Christmas.
I love you.