He's Gone

August 6, 2015

I gaze into my brother's empty room.

He's gone. He's gone and left me here to cry.

Tonight, Despair and Grief foretell great doom,

So, at this time, I care not if I die.

To think, those joys we shared will be no more

Than memories that only we shall know.

The wrench of sorrow twists my heart and core,

But I shall smile and never let it show.

If only I could time reverse , those years

Of youthful cares and childish play,

Without responsibilities or fears,

Could be relived, and I would make you stay;

But I cannot. Alas! You've gone for good,

Best Friend, to college now just as you should.

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