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– Jamie Oliveira | from "Erosion"
This
every time i open up, i remember why i closed down.
“Too well tangled”🤍
picked up a paintbrush
it weighs heavier with the
memories of you
not to be weird or anything but we could be kissing and dancing together to slow music in my dimly lit kitchen at 1:00am if you even care
“Please tell her, that when the sun goes down I think of her. Please tell her, that I will never forget the sound of her voice calling my name. And please, let her know that she lives in my heart and that everywhere I go, I always see her face.”
I’ve never known life without my brother
He’s older, I’m younger
Exactly 3 years and 4 days apart,
He was always there, right from the start
I’ve never known life without my brother
Dads anger, moms clutter
Not another soul could understand
Adoption and the house we grew up in
And I’ve never known life without my brother
His awe and his wonder
In the way complex calculus always made sense
And the world, our existence, felt immense
So I’ve never known life without my brother
And I guess now I’m left to wonder
How to carry this all on my own
Honoring our past and even the unknown
Because now I have to know life without my brother
Missing his laugh and his humor
And all I’m left with are memories
So I guess that’s how I keep him with me
I tell myself “you got this” all the time, even with tears in my eyes.
I walk into my office every Wednesday,
Say hello to the place where my brother died
Or, rather, where he took his life
And not just on Wednesday’s, although
Those seem to be the most significant
Because, you see,
That day was a Wednesday
And sometimes I can’t help but think
What if I could have seen him
What if I could have stopped him
What if I could have helped him
What if
What if
What if
So, every day, I sit in my office
And sometimes I’ll stare over there
Lost in thought
Because this is all I’m left with
— Kelsey Danielle, from “Life And Other Things.”
he died a little bit every day he tried
to live
After waiting 6 days and jumping through hoops,
You’ll never believe what mom made me do
Who am I kidding, of course you will
You were the only one who really would, until…
Until you left and I’m left with your stuff
In 3 paper bags, wrapped in tape and tough
To open, like the grief unwilling to leave my body
And there has to be a note, something, a copy
Your handwriting, a reason, any last words
I think, a part of me, thought you would return
If I just opened the bags delicately enough,
Careful not to hurt or tear any of your stuff,
Maybe I could open them and there you would be-
Laughing, joking, telling me it was all a dream