I see more of you
every day.
It's been 5 months since you passed,
and your sister acts like you.
Saturday night she came over,
and showed us all your favorite videos.
We laughed,
as did she,
and we realized that for the first time in years,
she was a little livelier than before.
That's when I realized the skip in her step
so closely resembled yours.
For a moment of seeing her near the bonfire,
I was awfully sure I saw you.
As these thoughts left my head
I swore I saw you above,
shooting star.
I pointed out the star,
she pointed out that it was dead.
Maybe she knew what I was thinking.
Maybe that's why she pointed that out.
Maybe you're watching her.
Maybe you're more proud than I remember.
Maybe you're glad she's finally past crying
at the mention of your name,
because you know we all had that.
I know she misses you, more than we.
She longs to go back.
She regrets all those fights
and sleepless nights,
and wishes she'd spent just one more hour,
or week,
pulling pranks.
Then maybe,
she'd have just a few more memories
of you,
her
brother.
I write more about you than I ever thought I would.
Maybe it's because it still hasn't clicked for me that you're actually gone.
I still look at your picture,
and just see you in your dorm.
heh.