Rob.

I looked at him tonight and saw both a mirror and a globe.

I saw my reflection, in his bloodshot eyes, in his ashtray, in his pain.

But, as his unsteady hand lit his addiction of eight years, I saw the person I dream of becoming.

I breathe in the vapors of no-bullshit acceptance, and I rest. I always can rest while I'm with him.

He is my brother.
And his love will always carry me through.