When did I last see my brother?
I don’t remember.
We stood on the porch sharing the cool Compton evening.
He asked me if I was a man.
I was wrong, of course.
He corrected me with “responsibility.”
That will be displaced his answering my call.
He knew my voice! He called me by my name!
“How much longer are you in town?”
“A week.”
I kept my promise.