Your brother is staring at the floor,
it’s where you used to lie, but now you are gone.
I look into the closet,
And see the bowl you used to use.
Seeing the sadness in your friends’ eyes when you departed,
Left a hole in my heart that can’t be fixed.
No matter how much I try,
And the amount of love I use to try and mend it,
Your imprint will always stay there,
That vacant spot of floor and empty bowl,
Will always be yours.
Even if we throw it away,
Your memory will never be tossed in the trash.
I will never forget you,
But I am at peace with what happened.
Your brother and I,
Will continue on in our own footsteps,
But we will always remember yours.