Running after school, through the woods, to the creek.
Happy and as free as the mud on our feet.
We would explore and crack jokes until the sun went down,
Never having anything to worry about in our little town.
We were always together, rarely away from each other.
We were more like best friends, too close to be brothers.
We would fight until we couldn't fight anymore,
Whether we were fighting ourselves, or the kids next door.
I miss our long talks when we were alone.
Just drinking a few beers and listening to songs.
You didn't have to end your life so soon.
I understand things were hard, but I was there to help you through.
I miss you man and I wish you were here.
But until we meet again, I'll sit right here, remembering the good times, as I drink a beer.
-Brandon Stephenson
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 6:45 AM UTC
Running after school, through the woods, to the creek.
Happy and as free as the mud on our feet.
We would explore and crack jokes until the sun went down,
Never having anything to worry about in our little town.
We were always together, rarely away from each other.
We were more like best friends, too close to be brothers.
We would fight until we couldn't fight anymore,
Whether we were fighting ourselves, or the kids next door.
I miss our long talks when we were alone.
Just drinking a few beers and listening to songs.
You didn't have to end your life so soon.
I understand things were hard, but I was there to help you through.
I miss you man and I wish you were here.
But until we meet again, I'll sit right here, remembering the good times, as I drink a beer.
-Brandon Stephenson
wrote for my brother in memory
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