My baby Brother...

I didn’t wenthome that day,

Not because Iknow he wouldn’t be there,

But because Icannot control myself for missing him so,

Even though Inever actually know him well,

But he fillsme in with the kind of warmth I longed for,

He remindedme of things I spent years living without,

A feeling I couldn’trecall being in for a while long,

I couldn’t rememberhow empty I was here at home,

Until the funeralcrowd went away,

Carrying hisslumber self away with the wind.

Then therain came just in time,

To drain mefrom the tears I couldn’t shed,

I couldn’t findthe strength to touch this door knob,

I fearmyself about this growing pain inside,

I fear thatknowing he would never be here again,

Life wouldsomehow become meaningless if I enter the room.

So likeevery coward and weak soul,

Here I stooddown resting my head on my knees,

Crying awaywith storming rain outside my window...

The shutteringthunder use to give me the chills of fear,

But eversince this moment on...

It’s themost comforting tune to my ears.

I can’texplain this loneliness here in my heart,

But I knowif step inside that room now,

I probablynever could recover from being guilty...

Guilty ofbeing alive,

Guilty ofkilling him and guilty for missing him.

Him who i trulytreasure the time together,

My dear babybrother...

You completeme in the many moments I’m short in...

Thank youfor all the happy times,

Rest welland goodbye...