11/01/2013:
as we had that sweet conversation
he was vulnerable
the way i had never seen him
beautifully vulnerable
in a vibrant way
his touch is a touch to remember
his tears are tears that pierce my heart
even still to this day.
11/02/2013:
sadness
desperation
disbelief
filled the room
the funeral director arrived
she was pushed into the kitchen
many others followed
as the sister it was my duty to stay
images like his tears
images like his touch
pierce my heart
not even as close
as watching the move
from bed
to
stretcher
bones.cracking.hearts.shattering
i should have been in the kitchen
Although, it has been a huge sigh of relief my heart is still broken.
They were right, they were really right.
All I know is that I am left here ... without you. Missing you, wishing you were still here to be with me. To sit with me, and just chill with each other. To simply be. siblings.
Two souls.
One heart.
ily.
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