maybe tomorrow.

They said it was the best days of our lives. High school was a time when we had little responsibility and nothing but time on our side. Summer nights were spent down at the lake, hanging with friends, listening to music, and thanking God our parents never knew. The flames of the bonfire were war, and comforting. As he held me in his arms, I would pray that time would still stand. There was so much love and laughter everywhere. Life was good, there were jobs, and there was no war. The only war we knew was the war within our selves, who to love and who to trust. It was the hardest think I've ever lived through. As I grew, I grew stronger and better. I learned to not take everything for granted, tomorrow was never a guarantee. As life went on, there were new friends, marriages, divorces, and deaths. The worst part was not knowing what experiences he had gone through. Maybe tomorrow he will knock on my door. Where is my brother??