My Final Job As Your Brother
The call I got was no big request.
Check on my best friend
From his girlfriend, no less.
The day was quite normal
No plans to attend
My job was simple, go check on my friend
The car ride was simple, just small talk of him
What the reasons could be for the absence of my friend
Maybe he’s sleeping, maybe he just passed out
In the back of my mind, I held so much doubt.
I grabbed the keys and I walked to the door
Then I knocked and I joked, “it’s just me, nothing more”.
I told Megan to stand back, while I made my way in.
Nobody deserves to see things this grim.
I turned the lock, and opened the door, and the smell rushed us both, it was hard to ignore.
I rushed in
I closed the door
Then I turned to see you
My world shattered, no words.
There lay my brother. My friend from the start.
Right there I melted, right then broke my heart.
Alone In his bed, his skin blue and grey.
My silence in this moment had everything to say.
I screamed out my Lungs, called you all the worst thoughts
The shock of my brother, laid there to rot.
As I took your hand, prayed by your side,
I felt only anguish to see you void of life.
With a kiss on your forehead, and a few Choice words
My mind began to absorb the absurd.
I could barely speak
My soul broke apart
Finding you in your room
Destroyed this poets heart
I know my minds dark
But it’s strong as most others
The dreams still torture me
Those of my cold dead brother.
I did my job, Shawn. I was there for you until the end.
Now what?
D.R.L.
Copyright © Dillon Lewis | Year Posted 2022
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