When you have to bury your brother
but there's nothing left to cover
push the frigid snow to the side.
Scoop some up in your freezing hands.
Make a snowball.
Throw it at your face like he used to do.
Smile for him
so wide your face is stuck like that forever.
When you have to bury your brother
but there's nothing left to cover
think of all those silly things he used to make.
Drawings.
Sculpture.
Inventions that did nothing at all.
Try making one yourself.
Who knows
maybe you were as good as him all along.
When you have to bury your brother
but there's nothing left to cover
don't cry for him.
Tell him to rest well
and enjoy himself in the afterlife.
Remember the love you felt for him.
And the love
he felt
for you.
This is the end, and any second I'll cease to be.
As I lay here, I wonder if you're proud of me.
My thin frame collapsed to a heap on the floor.
Then I see your hand reaching out beyond heaven's door.
I look up, and there you are, shining so bright
You tell me I'll be alright.
You clasp your grip in mine, you say you love me and I know,
And together we walk off into the snow.
i look in
they all love me
i’m surrounded by hopes and dreams
all gathered there on the screen
they all look so happy
i look out
the sky is blue
it’s a sunny day, a lovely view
i wonder if they were here
would they be happy?
looking back down
the window into a world that doesn’t exist
and they walk out of frame, into the swirling mist
if they could be here with me
would we be happy?
I am told i am adored
empty words upon deaf ears.
because sometimes
it feels like those who know me truly
are stuck behind a screen
pixels of people who don’t exist.
i can never be with them.
so without them
with only what i have outside
can i be happy?
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