Half Brother

Do you remember the night we drove to Pasco?

We took a wrong turn, ended up in Kennewick.

You told me you would be ok if you never saw mom again, I couldn’t disagree.

I was maybe 13.

You filled the gas tank with 7-11 gas and bought me a Chery Coke.

On the road again you told me about the girl you met on MySpace.

You said you didn’t miss your dad at all, I could see why.

It was maybe 2:00am.

Mom’s test results would be in, in a few hours.

But we were in Pasco, looking at your dads’s head stone.

You said half brother means brother, and I couldn’t disagree,

but I never figured out why you took me.