And in the scheme of things
My darling brother, what,
What in retrospect really,
Really, what mattered?
I know you knew regrets
Whereas I have not.
It has all been just my story
Forming me in soft curves,
Harsh lines and a resilience,
(A perseverance?)
Most leave unmet, unlit.
They are sheep, happy
In their easy way that I
Find unworth living.
I think deep and smile
All the more bright and
Happy because of it.
I live like no other,
Celebrating the day
Of your demise as
The day of my living.
