#indianation

Still there you are

Losing time in you Unlike anyone I have ever known Building a friendship Like the one I've never had Jet black hair Jet black eyes Playful yet modest Intellects got me hard Yoga in the A.M. for you Smoothie

I never got to hold you As you drew breath Only while you laid dead in my arms I held you close to my chest I think of you often The tears streaming my cheek There will always a hole Your brothers get

Living again