Life has moved on, yet it seems I am still here.
Holding on to memories and holding back tears.
Knowing you are gone now, but hoping still to hold,
My brother who I loved, you will never grow old.

Forever twenty one, a bright young age,
Wide eyed ambition, the world you stage.
Yet as the curtains drew and life began,
They closed o'er the life of this smart young man.

A hole is how I would describe the pain,
And every now and then it lets in rain.
I keep it around, and let it out pour,
Fill up with sadness and then some more.

I won't move on, not quickly or at all,
Those memories I will never, ever let fall.
My brother forever, my love is yours,
I know my hug waits on heav'ns far shores.