The Missing Piece

"There is something missing,"
I had said.
Before I had laid my head,
down for bed.

It was my first Christmas,
without my brother.
Everyone seemed to be happy,
even my mother.

That night I prayed,
for God to have my brother phone.
Because on that Christmas night,
I felt so alone.

Now it's about,
four years later.
This Christmas shall be the best,
because my best friend is back, my brother, the waiter.

Life isn't to be taken for granted,
and he has figured that out.
The old Jordan, that I love, is back,
there is no doubt.

Our jigsaw puzzle has found,
it's missing piece after all.
I still love my brother,
even if he never gave me that call.