Thousand of miles away
A smile
rebounded in your eyes,
Happy I left away any mile
The doctors could say no lies.
My healthy brother I left
Cross the border in a plane
something felt bereft
a call that seemed only mundane
a crack in the foundations of the heart
a call that changed my view
death was the sole insignificat part
my directionality left without a single clue
who shalt I blame
impotent in my home
the death with such fame
concocted a dome
a dome mounted upon a structure of decaying vitality
made of evenly sized pieces of dissaray
there was no room for calamity,
yet............................. what could one do a thousand miles away?
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