A Room Full Of Windows This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   I showed up.

I signed in.

I walked through the door and it slammed.

That was it, no turning around.

I walked down the hall,

and into a room.

A room full of windows,

a room full of sadness.

I sat in a chair and waited.

It was only a few moments,

but seemed like an eternity.

He walked in and sat down.

He sat right in front of me -

so close, yet so far away.

It hurt to see him like that.

I felt so helpless.

I had no power.

We talked about life,

but there wasn't much to say.

He asked how I was.

I lied.

"Fine" was all that came out.

"Me, too," he mumbled,

equally as untruthful.

It just wasn't the same -

not with him on one side,

and me on the other.

I really do miss him,

after all ... he is my big brother.




This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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