Huddled against the wall,
Picking at the frayed edges of himself.
I wish I knew how to help him.
We were born together, He and I;
Identical twins.
His smile was mine
His laughter, my own.
When we were young,
I promised to be his lighthouse,
To shine for him in the darkest of nights.
I never thought he would become too blind
To see my light;
I never thought I would lose him
In the sun.
When he found his way back to me,
He looked different.
Older.
At night I can hear his whimpers,
He is haunted by the ghosts I had never met.
I only wish I could hold his suffering.
I only wish I had kept him safe.
The other night
He asked me to fool the world,
“Just for a little while,” he said,
“Until I am okay.”
How could I say no
When I owed him the stars?
I am his faulty light,
And he will always be
The one I lost.
