Closed doors and sarcasm

On a lonely thought, last year on this day, i had a brother and a sister. The walls now enclose vacant spaces and empty beds. The springs in my bed are the only ones that hold something still breathing in close company. Who knows my brother better than me, nobody or everybody? The sound of her voice in a receiver that told stories ended in a kitchen 4,000 miles away and made me fall and weep on stairs who miss feet. I'm just a sister who misses the brother she could have had.

The music in my room can't be loud enough

and neither can the banging on my door.

Of course, we're just playing game...