I’m Still in Here

I'll tell you who you were, keep you in the daylight,
Even if you've forgotten the shape of the night.
Photographs stare back like strangers on the wall.
You say, "That's your brother," and I almost recall.
Kind stranger in my home, you never seemed to leave.
You tuck my tears away and whisper back my name.
Coffee at sunrise.
I watch you drifting slowly.
You laugh at half-hearted songs while I hide tears below me.
And I'll talk of old voyages, though you've anchored here.
We ride these fading memories through laughter and through tears.