Baby brother

When we were kids
My brother would say
That his favorite thing
About me
Was my smile
When I wasn’t smiling

I never understood
Until years later
That he didn’t mean
With my eyes

He was noticing
Small details
A slight up curve
Of the corners of my mouth
That revealed a smile
Only he could see

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