On this warm September morning
comes the fear in me of drowning
in the soul of my despair.

The vision of his face surrounds me
he is very clearly there.
I have loved him always knowing
that he feared my warmth and caring.
I was always needing always wanting
demanding love I knew I already had.

He leaves me now with images of snowflakes
fading softly as they fall
melting gently to the ground.

My mourning is a luxury that will remain
forever with me. The supply of time is
endless for me to keep my love for him
. . . inexhaustible.

My Beloved Brother - 1940-2000