His name is Will.
He is my brother, but I don’t know him that well.
I have met him two or three times,
He lives with his family in Illinois.
I am only his half sister.

I find that I forget sometimes.
He is so distant.
And so am I.

Sometimes I wonder about him,
How he’s doing,
What his life is like,
And if he remembers me, or knows who I am.

I was young,
I don’t remember the day he was born.
I don’t remember him as an infant or toddler.
I don’t remember how we played.

I only remember one thing,
One visit:

A day at the children’s museum,
And Sunday morning breakfast at Sweet Tomatoes.
Just that small amount of time.

My last memory of him,
Tears streaming down my face, hidden away in the comfort of the car.
I didn't know how long goodbye would be,
I didn't know what goodbye meant.

But the time spent with my brother was joyful.
He has a wonderful family; I just don’t get to be a part of it.
That day will be cherished, happy memories prevail.

The future goes on.
Maybe we will meet again, to see how much he’s grown.
If not, I will know he will still be a part of me.

My brother Will, worlds away but close at heart.