My Brother is Dying

Sometimes those we love aren’t the best people and there’s nothing to be done for it, for them. We love them from afar, in our hearts, through the cosmos.

We smile at their sparkle in the stars and stare at their face in the clouds.

We weep to them in the wind, as if wind and love could ever be enough to change their ways.

We have no such power; only they do and it has been squandered on cigarettes and hard living. As we watch them begin to pass from earth we know who we are: we love despite odds and our beloved carries that love to their eternal adventure.

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