Memories and Regrets


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.

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