Now That He's Gone, a poem by John Grey at Spillwords.com

Now That He’s Gone

Now That He’s Gone

written by: John Grey

 

Recall
words and touch,
how you enjoyed George’s visit
where appropriate,
though not his money troubles,
his neediness,
his cussing,
the thick length of his beard.

He’s your brother
and you’re sure
you would have made a better choice
if you were the one
doing the choosing.

But your mother was blessed
with this boy,
five years after you came along,
and you’re pleasantly burdened
by his infrequent visits
where he sacks your fridge,
drinks your husband’s beer
hints at you lending him money
that there’s no way he could repay.

But he’s gone now
and you only opened
your purse for him,
not your bank accounts,
and maybe it was the last time
you’ll ever seen him
and maybe it isn’t.

Anyway, he’s your brother.
His repellency
is always welcome.

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