Your fall

and sometimes I'm still trying to break your fall...

it's sad we never got to see the ocean together

but the sky was always watching, moving

and it was blue enough

we just knew something better was coming

it just never reached us

we talked through the night about small nothings

just happy we belonged beneath the same roof

and you always fell asleep first leaving me

to ponder the fires of a future truth

open ended conversations we never finished

well perhaps that's for another day

another place

when I catch up to you

wish I had just a spoonful of the hill 

we used to climb

wish I could sit in the barn we used to hide

we were wind chasers, star tracers

damn near choked on their indifference

but I was yours and you were mine

and your dark eyes were the only dark eyes

I ever saw my reflection in

and I would have taken your fall my brother

it just wasn't up to me

Still missing my brother Patrick whom I lost nineteen years ago and I don't think I'll ever stop. It's the unconditional, unromantic love of siblings that buries into our soul unlike any other love we encounter and anyone that has a brother/sister knows and realizes that sometimes this kind of love carries us onward and giving strength and fortitude

to keep carrying on when there's nothing left but revival of memories.