I put my hands on your tree.
I leaned against it. I kissed your
Face goodbye, the face that I never
Expected to be dead right in front of
Me, that I would muster up the courage
To look at, approach, but you are my brother,
And you were never alone, not in space, not in
Time, the wounds on your skin hurt me,
The words sealing off your life burned me alive.
This pain has the power to eat one’s heart out,
Devour someone heart and soul, I won’t choke on it.
I will give it the opposite power, the power of your life,
The power of love, of you rippling into each and everyone
Of us, growing with you, within, around, us, entirely,
Wholeheartedly, I will muster up that courage, I will not suffocate,
I will not swallow this wave of endless suffering and
Devastating sadness, I will find its language, I will cure it
And let it fly back into the world, let it be an echo of your voice,
And I will listen to you in the wind, in the clouds that move above me,
In the air that goes into my lungs, your name that lives on in my body.