It has only been four years
That you had left me,
And while four years may seem
Like a long time for some,
To me, it was just yesterday and
I still feel this way.
I stand at the precibus with the blade
Embedded deep in my chest as the light
Of the sun’s crest floating over the horizon
Touches the hilt; waiting for it to be removed.
That will be the day, dear brother, that I come home.
To you, because I still feel this way…
I still feel the anguish when I learned that alone you had to
Leave me, scared and by yourself; you had to go.
I still feel the loneliness and the emptiness of things
We used to do together, the fun that we had. Didn’t we?
I still feel the anger–the anger of what could have been done
If actions were taken.
I still feel the pain in my heart where that blade is stuck
That King Arthur himself can't take it out! Not even with luck.
Only the softness and caring soul that you were on this Earth
Can ease my grief.
Though you’re not here with me physically, I have to accept
Somehow, someway, that your spirit is.
But only to guide me and watch over me because you know…
Dear brother, Oh, only you know that I still feel this way.
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 7:30 AM UTC
It has only been four years
That you had left me,
And while four years may seem
Like a long time for some,
To me, it was just yesterday and
I still feel this way.
I stand at the precibus with the blade
Embedded deep in my chest as the light
Of the sun’s crest floating over the horizon
Touches the hilt; waiting for it to be removed.
That will be the day, dear brother, that I come home.
To you, because I still feel this way…
I still feel the anguish when I learned that alone you had to
Leave me, scared and by yourself; you had to go.
I still feel the loneliness and the emptiness of things
We used to do together, the fun that we had. Didn’t we?
I still feel the anger–the anger of what could have been done
If actions were taken.
I still feel the pain in my heart where that blade is stuck
That King Arthur himself can't take it out! Not even with luck.
Only the softness and caring soul that you were on this Earth
Can ease my grief.
Though you’re not here with me physically, I have to accept
Somehow, someway, that your spirit is.
But only to guide me and watch over me because you know…
Dear brother, Oh, only you know that I still feel this way.
Dedicated to
Ruben Darío Morris 1/12/73 – 4/20/22
“I really and deeply miss you, baby brother” – rjm
Written by,
The Queen’s Jewel
© 2026 Reina J. Morris
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