My half poem for my brother

He's growing up, but he is still young, but the words still get tied in my tongue. 

He has got a family, I am lucky to be a part of, yet he still wants to leave, and have a new start.

He is my brother, I thought it would be fun to have him gone for just a while. 

Why is this happening? I never thought I would say this, but I miss him like crazy, oh yes I do, I miss you my brother who's funny, sweet and lazy.