The Good Little Brother
A healthy, avid runner, my 17-year-old brother died from an unknown illness on Thanksgiving after weeks in the hospital.
I look at you, your face is not the same.
I think of how you used to be, try to control the pain.
For mom and dad your heartbeat drives
The moment-to-moment in sleepless lives.
Then the world rests on you.
I think of how you used to be, try to control the pain.
For mom and dad your heartbeat drives
The moment-to-moment in sleepless lives.
Then the world rests on you.
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