My sister, my friend
Do you see the sunset
Full of an array of colors
Reds, yellows, and even some browns
The sinking of the sun
In the beautiful November sky
On the day of thanks and fulfillment
Becomes a shadow of my sinking heart
My sister, my friend
I hurt, I pine for him
The touch of his soft blond hair
The gentle colors of his eyes
I can remember the shape of his fingers
The tattoo on his right arm
His unique laugh that was always louder than those around him
His presence that made me hold my breath every time
Memories of the good are overshadowed
By the thoughts of all the shooting, the pain, my fears
Blood covering his head, arms, legs
Killing of those who are innocent and good
My sister, my friend
I miss him every second of every day
Knowing that he is serving his country
Does not bring comfort nor any ease to me
I regret not sharing with him
Every thought that has ever entered my mind
I have told him that I truly love him
Could I have told him in how many ways
My sister, my friend
I recognize his motives for fighting
I understand his outlook on life
I realize that my thoughts are always with him
As I stand here with you
My sister, my friend
I finally realize that he, my love, my all
May never come back to me, not now, not ever
Sunday, September 18, 2011
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