What did you dream about, brother
In those last days
When you lay there
Tubes sticking out
Drugs
Your only friend?
Did you dream of the days
When I would come to your room
And sleep on the floor beside your bed?
Did you dream of the knowing
That can only come from a brother?

What did you dream of, brother?
When strangers told you
As you lie prone
Cancer
The question for which there is no answer
Becomes the answer to every question.

I dreamt of regret
For lost years
For remembering the days
When I would come to sleep on floor beside your bed;
For knowing, the knowing
That can only come from a brother,
But letting years get in the way;
Of intimacy.
I dreamt of the terror
Of not seeing sons grow up.

In these long, lonely days
I hope you dream of your sons:
The big one
Loving the little
And coming to sleep
On the floor beside his bed.