Lost in the thought of the last time I saw your eyes looking straight into my heart and the goodbye you could not speak, but we both knew was arriving.
i’m leaving you soon. you’ll be ok. thank you for loving me. you’ll be just fine. you are so strong.
The sight of you wrapped in a heated flannel, strapped to the chair because they knew you would not stay in the bed.
i know, if we just keep moving nothing bad will happen. i know, Mark. i have been where you are.
The impromptu braiding of your long hair after lovingly brushing it out of your ashen face.
they hated your long hair. endless bitching about how you looked like a girl. it was beautiful.
Strands of silver weaving throughout the chestnut and my snipping of the tangled ends stuck to the wires all over your chest.
let me do it. i’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt you. i wont let anyone hurt you. i promise.
When you reached out to take our hands on either side of you, I knew.
i’m not ready. i can’t do this. oh god, not now. you are so strong. you can come back from this.
When the time for leaving came, my walking backwards, making a silly face to see you smile, anything for one more smile. Telling you I would be back tomorrow.
there won’t be any more tomorrows for you and I. we is over and soon just me.
Your head turning ever so slowly towards me, and your sad eyes looking into mine.
i will always be with you. you will never be alone in the world. i will be beside you. forever.
I will never be lost. My brother is always with me and wouldn’t allow that to happen.
He would tell my heart which direction is home.