in NONE
June 30th, 2005
It was a cold day
As the rain fell
On my face
Though it was only
Light rainfall
You couldn’t tell
What were raindrops
And what were
Tears
Silently weeping
On the
Street corner
His warm shoulder
Next to me
I could feel it there
George’s shoulder
A strong shoulder
A shoulder to cry on
I love him
My older brother
George
He is with me
I feel I could never
Let him go
He has always
Been there
For me
But still I cry
For what
Is gone
If only he was here to see me now
If only I could still hear him humming in his room now
If only I could put my arms around him now
George;
Still dead
and dead still
- but never forgotten.
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