Divorce

My sister was born out of passion, 

A mistake that cut young lives short. 

I was born out of love, 

An extension of your little family. 

My brother was born out of desperation,

One last attempt to rekindle the lost love. 

You see 

That passion, 

That love,

That desperation,

Your little ones were there to witness it. 

We watched as you smiled at her,

Like you found your forever home. 

We saw you embrace and hold each other

As if you never wanted to let go.

You made us believe the passion

Between two people was more

Than we could comprehend. 

We watched as you tiptoed

Around the couch trying not to wake her,

We saw the days he was too sick to get up

And now you nursed him back to health. 

You showed us love meant

More than you and me,

It meant sacrifice and understanding. 

We watched as the nights got longer

And you came home late.

We saw the pain in your eyes

And the light that was now dull. 

We listened to the screams that raddled

The same living room that used to shake with laughter.

We climbed into each other’s beds

And made up stories to block out the sounds. 

My sister used to believe in passion, 

That no matter how old, you would still ask for a kiss. 

I used to believe in love, 

That I could find a world within someone

As they found one in me. 

My brother too young to understand,

But old enough to remember, 

Believed that anger was a result of love.

You see 

We took in everything,

And thought it was normal 

To fall in love, 

And to fall out.