Ache


I am afraid.

I am afraid to let go.

I am afraid to forget.

I am afraid I would forget your face, and the sound of your voice.

I am afraid I would forget your easy smile, and the way you light up the room just by walking into it.

I am afraid I would forget my big, strong brother, your magicky fingers and all that is about you.

I ache for the people who will never get to meet you. To know how good and kind a person you were.

I ache for the people who will never get to have their lives touched by you.

I ache for the people who might be the ones to touch your life too.

And I ache.......... for you, my big brother.