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.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
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