I remember
you
before the
epilogue
the obituary
people dressed
in black
your final
appearance
I recall
a time when
promises
were made
to be kept
living was
ordinary
There was no
in loving memory of
in fact
to be frank
I never knew then
the precise date
of your birthday
You had a great
sense of humor
but strayed away
from ingenuity
We all thought
that after the death
of your brother
you would have
walked the other way
I miss you
but
you died
just like him
living life
in a stamp bag
and for that
you’ve become
just another cliché
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