Fleeting thoughts

like passing memories

All I can think about

When I look at my brother

As he sleeps on the couch

This life and when will it be over

For all of us

Who will we be when

We leave this Earth

Will we remember eachother

And who we all once were

Will we remember eachother

These fleeting thoughts

Because if they weren’t fleeting, passing thoughts

Wouldn’t we all always be good and great to eachother

Counting days like days until the end of our lives

Rather than just days with Monday and Friday and the days between and after

Will we remember eachother, who we all once were,

and these fleeting thoughts.