my mirror



I never knew how much I needed him Until he was gone. While my father spent Most of my life out on the endless sea and my mother spent most of my life deep In longing, waiting by the window for Her husband's return, it was my brother Who raised me, who cared for me, who loved me.

I never knew how much I needed him, Even while I watched him in awe as he Grew and became a better man than most. He was the good in me. A hope in me. The unusual mirror I needed, Not for seeing my reflection, but for A vision of who I could have become.

But then one day he was gone. Taken and Shattered well before his time. Thrown away Into a dark place where no one could see How much the world needed a man like him.