The lights were off when you came in,
Scared but to me a good "maybe."
There was a rumor we knew you, but I
Knew better.

There were days of shouting to you
From my moving-target swingset, and giggling
When you chased the other girls around. I think
I was different.

But we always leave our cozy playground,
Even if you're there through the newspaper,
So through my tiny wanting you met my best friend
And stopped playing games.

There's nothing fleeting anymore when you
Pretend and I ignore that if it got worse,
You'd be the reason.

Better we stay the same, watching your fa├žade
And laughing because watching and laughing makes me a part of it.
Knowing the years, your birthday, knowing that you still read

And wishing you never became
My friend's brother.