I wake up, and reach
For Brian's hand; but he's gone.
Time has yet to teach.
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TV on.  I say:
"Brian, a good show is on."
Then choke: He is gone.
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I nap: When I wake,
I feel he's here, a moment.
Next moment: Heart-break.
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In chair, couch, or bed,
I shrivel in my grieving.
How can he be dead?
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I go out to eat.
I sit next to emptiness.
"Where are you, Brian?"
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Back home to silence.
Brian cannot speak to me.
How can this be home?
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Two straight guys--brothers
Of the soul--loved intensely;
And loved immensely.

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Written by Michael LP, aka MLP
aka PoetWithCancer, aka Mr. Poet
Written on Wednesday, February 23, 2011 7:49 pm
54 degrees F.  31% humidity.  Forecast: overcast
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