The 24th Birthday of a Dead Brother

by Kakera   Dec 6, 2015


Once, we clung to each other
in a cradle of broken bones
standing unsteadily on a cliff-top,
rocking back and forth
by razor sharp icy winds;
finding solace in our embrace.

But now, I can only swear
to cherish the warmth
your body gave me
before your heartbeat
was stolen by this cold world,
now that there's nothing left
of you except my memories,
and the ashes under
your tombstone.

You would have been 24 years old today;
and I wish you were still here,
O beautiful brother of mine,
to celebrate it with me.

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  • 8 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    Losing someone so very close is hard to deal with. I don't think that we can ever completely get over it. They will remain in our heart forever. As time goes on it may get easier but there are birthdays, holidays and special event that will bring everything back to life. It touched me more then words can say.

    • 8 years ago

      by Kakera

      Thank you. I appreciate your thoughts and your emotions when reading this, and taking the time to write this comment. We weren't siblings by blood, but our bond was closer than any blood in the world could bind. No matter what I write, I always feel like I cannot fully express this endless pitch-black grief that is eating me up on the inside, even though it's been five months since he died.

      I hope it gets less difficult to endure this pain some time. But I will forever be reminded of his birthday as his birthday, the 6th of December, is the same as my own mother's. So that date will always bring me conflicted feelings, as I grieve the death of the person who has meant more than anything to me in the entire world for so long, yet celebrate the mother that gave me this life to begin with.

      And honestly, I'm not sure what I could do to manage to cope with any of this. I just feel so... Alone.

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