by Angi Grantham

Created on: June 30, 2008

Four years ago now,
my little brother died
How is it possible
to miss someone so very much?
And after so long?
I think of him each of my days.
I can't count the times
I think his name.
He left a hole that
I cannot fill
a bottomless pit
sits in me still.
I see a picture,
or hear a song,
I think of something goofy
and then I am gone-
my thoughts are filled
with childhood
and feelings of camaraderie
and all that missed good.
If only I could
redo some things.
Take back an action
or say the words he needed to hear.
I wonder if he knows
where ever he is
how much his presence
is more than missed?
I wonder if he
sees us cry?
Or if any of it matters at all.
I still think of him
so very many times
each and every hour.
I still dream of my brother
and miss his laughter.
I miss the "Hey"
on the other end of the phone.
I miss our talk
and time to complain.
I miss my fridnd,
Oh so much.
Four years ago now.
It's not so long.
I'm sure I'll miss him
until the day I'm gone.

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