My Brother.

You‘re gone but not forgotten my brother.
You were gone before we knew it would be the end.
You called me. I failed to return your call. You hoped you would see me soon, you said. I know because my telephone recorded that wish from you. I waited too long.
If I could call you back now just to say I‘m sorry.
We would embrace.

I would then say, can I have a little more time with you?
This time it would be such a cherished moment.
A new appreciation of a new opportunity to be with you.
Would we reminisce with each other of times gone by?
Oh what a pleasure!

Since you’ve been gone, an old photo resurfaced.
You were in it as a toddler. I was there too.
It was a time and place that claimed our thoughts
many times over.

The memories you left behind will not be destroyed.
If you could see me now, you would also see my smile.
I loved you, though at times I didn’t show it.
You noticed it, for you must.

At the service I saw your picture upon the screen, a model
of who you are or were. It seemed you were about to
walk up and hug me. It’s how you did it every time I saw you.
If I could wish upon a star, (as we use to sing it in toddler days) there would be no loss. Especially brothers like you.
Need I say you’re missed?