Found your beige sweater
Buttons popping out
Coffee stained.from all nighters
Of writing prose
Bulging.pockets with
A hanky or two
Pens.poking out
From the side
Loose strings that
You pulled at
Hoping for words
To put on paper
The deeper the thought
The bigger the hole
Poems now are written
Safely hidden away
Your beige sweater
Drapes over the chair
"Good night moon "
Good night my sweet brother
Good  night
Some day I will see you
So good night
My sweet brother
Good night.