Long Way Down — Now the Cologne

NOW THE COLOGNE

will never drop lower in the bottles.

And I’ll never go to sleep again believing

that touching them

or anything of his

will lead to an arm around my neck.

But it feels like an arm

around my neck,

wrenching, just thinking about how

I’ll never go to sleep again

believing him or believing he

will eventually

come home, because

he won’t, and now I guess I should love him more,

like he’s my favorite,

which is hard to do

because he was my only brother, and

already my favorite.