I can still hear your voice, we always sent
Each other voicemails, I hear it in my head,
I hear it on my phone still, I press play and play,
We played as children, your voice, the voice of
A boy, fading away, not in my body, there you are
Still, and so beloved, so cherished, we were carefree
For a while, we sang and ran wild for a while, as if
The outside world was not a threat to us and what we
Built amongst us, I hope you’re there again and anew.
I hold your hand. I will always believe in you.
You exist. Touched so many lives and mine.
It’s hard to be a golden boy. You couldn’t see the light.
I don’t want to put words in your mouth.
Nothing could have destroyed the love that I have
For you, sister to brother, I wish you hadn’t let go.
Croque-Melpomene 