You wake to his laughter
still ringing in the air
you forget for a moment
your brother isnt there

the childhood memories
they swarm and overflow
like the crying eyes I carry
now every where I go.

I wonder every day
what happened
how and why
even though it wont change things
it might help me not to cry.

I lost my brother, Don,
for reasons I know not why
I hope to see him one day
when I lay down to die.