For days something felt off.
A dream told me all about it.
A dream I couldn’t decipher.
In time. In connection with you.
I realised it after death happened to you.
My body knew before my mind did.
The numb punch in the stomach.
A fist greater than the human hand.
The voice, already broken, delivering
Me pieces, of you, you, in pieces, to me,
Ringing in my ear, that loss, unimaginable,
The images coming together, popping across
My heart, an unwanted firework that keeps
Expanding, keeps burning, up, eating my heart
As it tries to build itself back up, and back
Towards the shattered ground.
My mother’s voice, seven words,
A moment in time, your steps,
Your fall, right into my stomach,
A pit, we collide, we love and bleed,
I lost you and I couldn’t breathe,
On my knees, my mouth screaming
Towards the ground, the carpet below,
My brother is gone, my brother is gone.