The Window

Julio's in the window, again,
staring into the street below.
This is his last day off work.
Back to the hustle and bustle he'll go.

Julio's in the window, again,
rememb'ring events of three days before.
His little brother sat in this same place,
this window on the fourth floor.

Julio's in the window, again.
His heart aches to recall the sight
of his little brother on the streets below,
moments after his forced flight.

Julio's in the window, again.
The memories make him see red.
The life draining from his brother's body
as the one who put him there fled.

Julio's in the window, again,
rememb'ring his brother with all his love,
deciding whether or not he should fly
and join his brother up above.

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