A Birthday Rose

Today I went out and bought a rose for your birthday. Its been a long time since I've seen you, not sure what to say. I don't know if your going to be angry or upset at me. So I'll just get you this and come visit and we'll see. I am sorry its been so long, but I've been afraid. I had reasons why I didn't, but it was excuses I made. From now on I promise you, I will not make any others. I miss seeing you and talking to you, we are brothers. You probably already heard, but I graduated. I just thought I'd try and keep you updated. I need to ask you something, I just don't understand. If you were in trouble, why did you not ask for my hand? We are brothers, that's what were here for, that's what we do. I mean there isn't anything I wouldn't have done to help you. But I guess that is the person in this life you became. I am asking because I am beginning to feel the same. But I stopped by to say happy birthday and to give you this. I am going to come by more often, so I can reminisce. If it is at all possible, I want you to try and behave. For now I'll say I love you, and leave this rose on your grave. **In loving memory for my brother Kevin.** ***For Carol Brown's Contest, “Write a poem for yourself.”***