brothers

young girl,

absent father,

my mother said;

'you never got any attention

as a child.'

a reckless teen.

and now i've found

the boys i meet

are so good to me,

the ones who found me on the way.

they're big and strong

with callused hands

that stroke my hair

and hold my hand.

i lean my head on their shoulders

at the end of another night...

and they're all so young

and beautiful.

we don't fall in love 

don't tarnish it with jealousy.

they're the brothers i wanted

when i was crying

and walking home alone

over another broken affair.

they're the arms i wanted

when my father was on the other side of the world

and didn't seem to care.