Forever 28
Today, my brother would have turned 29.
I’m still getting used to that. Using the past tense. I had five siblings. My brother was my best friend. It’s tricky. The words we use.
This poem I really like starts – “I lost my best friend to sadness.” And I haven’t been able to get those words out of my head since April 21st. I haven’t even managed to write since then.
Not a single line.
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