Past, Present, Future

On the phone again.
Talking to my dearest love.
My brother enters,
tears streamin down his face.
He hands me a plastic sleeve,
tears stream down my face.

'I hafta go' I mutter.
I hang up the phone.
I read what the sleeve contains;
A collage of my past present and future.

My brother has compliled a collage
This collage contains
Who he felt I was, am and will be.
The tears fall one after the other,
They fall in torrents.
I cant speak, my throat refuses to allow it.

I have five missed calls on my phone,
my dearest is concerned.
Words cannot be formed,
I let the phone ring.
To my brother I was:
  -His sister
  -Special
  -Honest
  -We shared secrets
I am now:
  -A Mystery
  -Lost
  -Unknown
  -Unwanted
In the future:
  -I wont be perfect
  -I will be a part of his life