Missing You {Brotherly Love #6}

Another conversation with my brother....

Little Bruh,

The poems and the lyrics; all the rhymes I can't get back,
it makes me think of us and all the time we can't get back,
the years we spent in peril were the truth, it all depends,
but what I wouldn't give if we could do it all again.

I know just what you'd say if you were with me; all aside,
"The problem wit you bruh is that you hate to swallow pride,"
I know this cause when we last spoke you said that very thing,
it daily roams my mind and not just that but ev'rything.

The question that I ponder is just what has it been worth?
The answer found me wondering when's the last I been to church,
I'm sure that God devised this very time for me to see,
that life's too short to waste it on such petty s**t as beef.

I sit inhaling weed smoke of the reggie in my lungs,
debating if this lupus chokes the self which I've become,
it brings to mind the time you told me "Hold it n***a; choke!",
I did until I coughed and had us all afloat in smoke.

I guess I'm just reflectin bruh cause if my time is done,
I see my mind is glowing; it's as if my shine is sun,
I thank you for allowing me these words to kick with you,
a brother's way of saying just how much he's missing you.

©2014
The Cunning Linguist

Author's Note

The 6th installment of my "Brotherly Love" series finds me once again just talking with my brother. The photo used was taken a week before he was murdered with my auntie on the left and Moms on the right and taken by my daughter.

Reviews

[Frieda P]

I really have no words to respond to this, it's an affecting read, sorry about your brother, I know the pain firsthand, I lost my sister.