six months ago last tuesday night
     you called me.
i didn't know it was the last talk
     that we'd have.
i should have paid you much,
     much more attention.
now i'm stuck without the silver
     of your laugh.

just last night I thought I saw you
     in my doorway,
wanting only for us to think of
     you and smile.
brother, we will think of you
     forever,
and smile, though we will also
     cry a while.

this morning found me desperate
     and demanding,
with neither time nor drink
     to soften such an edge.
i've a thirst for just a moment
     in your sunshine,
one moment more would be
     such a privilege.

today is marked the sixth month
     of your absence -
six long months of sorrow
     and regret.
the brightness of your presence
    gone forever,
my darkened heart knows that
     the sun has set.

but tomorrow is another day
     to love you,
and even though i cannot tell you
     to your face,
i hope you feel it coming through
     to find you.
i hope you've found some peace
     in that new place.

in the years ahead, i'm sure,
     i'll share in laughter
untainted by the pain
     of life cut short.
but in those moments i'll still know
     that you are with me -
you're still with me, though i'm lonely.
     and you're adored.