Brother

(This is a fictional poem) My brother and I stopped seeing each other and I wished he'd die. He passed away two weeks ago and I'm falling to pieces as I cry. We never patched things up and I never got the chance to apologize. When I look in the mirror every morning, I see a man who I despise. I should've patched things up with my brother and made things right. But my damn stubbornness caused me to refuse to do it out of spite. It really tears a person apart when a family member dies. A man can't remove his scars no matter how hard he tries. I should've held him in my arms and told him that I loved him. The guilt gets worse everyday and my future looks pretty grim.