Saturday, March 30, 2013

I lost my brother.
I cannot sleep.
And even home
doesn't feel quite like home
At least not right now.

My heart still aches.
My body has chills.
I miss you dearly.
Each day longer than the last.

Breathe a breath that fills you
Breathe a breath that awakens you.

I wish I could figure this out.

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