Brother, remember how I followed you…
once again roam the woods
looking for a place where we belong
the air ours to be and listening,
speaking birds tell wisdom.
I should dance upon the clouds
soaring higher than this ravaging world
you left too soon.
I never told you my pain.
longing to drown in the sea.
You never are alone
and I am left in loneliness.
I write often about the suicide.
I probably never will say it all
crashing forever into the waves.