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I flip through my photo album sometimes....
(Okay, I click through facebook.)
I look at the pictures of me and my brothers
And sometimes I realize
That I miss them.

Yea, I know. Crazy little sister.

But no, really. I miss my brothers.
I miss the times when we'd go on our sibling trips,
from the special Little Tokyo
Even to the local burger joint
Or even doing nothing at all,
Just hanging around and sitting at the mall.

I miss sitting in the living room,
and having our fights over the computer chair.
I miss the drawing sessions
and the girly teasing over Lisa Frank
And Justin Bieber.

I miss clinging to my brother's arms,
And our uncomfortably awkward truck squishing.
And that time when we just sat and talked
About the situations on going.

But the most I miss
is when I was crying
and my big brothers would hug me
And reassure me I'd be fine.

I've been crying a lot more often since I've been alone
Because you were my shoulders to cry on.

And now I'll sit
In the empty room alone
With no one to speak with
But myself and Meira-El,
With memories like movies
playing through my head
and wishing you'd come back.