Work Text:
There is dust in the air,
And sunbeams wash the kitchen
In warm colors.
Music plays from the old record player
That you cherish
As the key to your very heart.
Identical smiles
Rest on our faces, and
I watch as you sway, eyes closed,
Singing along to
What I thought was
A forgotten tune.
There is snow outside,
Blocking the doorway,
And I know it will be a pain
To shovel it
Later in the day.
But for now,
Two brothers dance
In a small isolated cabin.
Soft music plays
From an old record player,
And we move in tune to
A bittersweet past.
I close my eyes,
And for the first time in
Thirteen years,
I sing along to
A forgotten melody.