Broken Brothers

Broken Brothers

Peeking 'round the corner, I see him in his chair,

Unsuspecting, unaware, he doesn't see me standing there.

My mouth curls into a mischievous grin,

As I take aim and focus on his chin.

Without a thought, without a care,

I squeeze the trigger that shoots water through the air.

It splatters across his sleeping face,

A squeal of delight betrays my hiding place.

But in an instant, all my fun

shatters like my broken gun.

Glee turns to cries

as tears sting my burning eyes,

A bond lies broken on the floor—

to a brother stomping out the door.