To a Brother's Loss

He died. 

A memory now. 

Was he ever there?

No. 

But I do feel tired. Forlorn.

A small, sad tear, slowly escaped the eye.

A forceful gulp went down the throat.

The heart stops,

and hands freeze.

A memory, so soon.

I didn't know.

No one told me.

He died.

I hugged the wet pillow, 

And thought of him, 

As a memory.