Damien

Damien My brother, My friend. He's not my blood, And I don't like his dad, But all in all It makes me sad. His death, It hit me Hard as a rock. I miss my brother. I don't have others. That's okay. But I still miss my brother. On day I had a dream That we saw each other. At a restaurant we sat. I hugged my brother in this dream. I cried, because the hugs Were ever so real. When he lived, He hugged so tightly. In my dream, He did the same. I knew in the dream That he was gone So I cried the dream away.