13 years has it been that long?
since you left the beer can on his headstone
our little brother had been gone two years
as I look at your picture here
I am noticing the gray in your beard
it was there 13 years ago
it brings back my tears
sometimes when I look in the mirror
I see your face
because you were my brother
we favored one another
so, you see for me and my fate
there will never be an escape
By Connie Hopkins
Jan 4, 2023
Jan 4, 2023 at 8:21 PM UTC
13 years has it been that long?
since you left the beer can on his headstone
our little brother had been gone two years
as I look at your picture here
I am noticing the gray in your beard
it was there 13 years ago
it brings back my tears
sometimes when I look in the mirror
I see your face
because you were my brother
we favored one another
so, you see for me and my fate
there will never be an escape
By Connie Hopkins
Suicide
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