Close to my ear,
I can just barely hear
Your gentile tears.
Like a peaceful rain
Or a secret told at night
They are not so much
Heard
As they are
Known.
I would whisper comforts,
Let you know,
I know,
But they go unsaid
Yet not unknown.
Age 16
_As I hold the phone
Close to my ear, I can just barely hear Your gentile tears. Like a peaceful rain Or a secret told at night They are not so much Heard As they are Known. I would whisper comforts, Let you know, I know, But they go unsaid Yet not unknown. Age 16
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_It seems as if,
For our whole lives, Something has kept us apart. I struggled against the notion That you are a brother Only in my heart. Circumstances, time and distance Kept our connection at bay. A hope within me burned- Insisting it needn't be that way. If time brings healing; Wisdom comes with age, Now was certainly the moment To step up to the stage- Play the part of family In roles that needed filling The pain I felt did not deter me When I confirmed that you weren't willing. I could see you didn't desire Another sister in your life. Your mind and heart were burdened With searching for a wife. I persisted with genuine faith To open my heart And extend my hand to you, The brother I always wanted, Needed, was within my reach, What else could I do? I was fully convinced that, for once, Time was on my side. Whoever whispered that concept in my ear Most certainly lied. Here I am without you, As I've always been, But the burning hope within me May never be rekindled again. I won't be blessed With any more chances; Won't cross your path on this earth. There's no point to send A card or letter, but I'll write this, For what it's worth: I love you for who you are inside And I'm sorry life kept us apart. I'm devastated to realize that you have died; You've always been and will forever be My brother in my heart. Age 26 |
Grieving a Loss;
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