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Jessi Robinson Aug 2014
A little while
That's how long it took
At certain moments of the day
I watched in horror as your body shook
As I look back from this day
I try to be joyful, But I dont have
the strength, the courage, the heart.

"He's gone away, for to stay a little while
But he's coming back" but is he?
Is my hope falsified? No
His arm is around me as I sob
He walks beside me when others are scarce.
As I look at myself today, I realize
He is me internally.

You have been trained to stand beside me
As I go through life, feeling hollow
But now I can remind myself that
You are me, You are my shadow
You are the breeze that tousels my hair
You are the hug that I need so very late in the evening...
It only took a little while.
For my brother, Matthew, who passed away before he truly saw me grow
Jessi Robinson Aug 2014
Comical, lively
some characteristics of you
the flow of your words, no matter the tone
simply pressed upon my heart
                          Strong, deceiving
                          characteristics of the killer
                          you fell, and fell hard
                          in your own private haze
years have gone by now
your name not lost
while others live in your gay memories
I question, in the least joyful of ways
                           What of your family?
                           your three sons, their kin
                           your sister, the last of imediation
                           did you not care?
                            or was there a secret that no one knew.........
what did you think
in your final moments of life?
Or even so, could you think?
no more than three, no more than one
was that of remembrance?
                            No, as the killer ran down
                            your throat, you thought nothing
                            you thought nothing but feeling,
                            the selfish feeling of the killer which became
                            a characteristic of you....
For my Uncle Bill, who opened his heart to alcohol and fell for it's lies.

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