sunday morning

My brother stands by the door. His bag is packed. He checks his phone for what feels like the hundredth time. I watch him. Trying to remember the last time we were alone together. Just us. No parents. No friends. He looks up. Catches my eye. Smiles. A small thing. But it's enough. I feel a pang. A sense of loss. He's leaving. Moving to another city. I'll miss him. But I don't say it. I just stand there. Watching him. As he takes one last look around the room. As he shrugs. And turns to go.