An ordinary night
Sitting on the front porch
With your best friend
and lover by your side
Sharing ordinary things
A child of a broken home
Filled with pain and sorrow
A father that couldn't love himself
Needless, could not love you
A young man you became
You found your best friend
She nurtured your bruised soul
She healed your broken heart
She took the pain and sorrows away
Now you are gone
I will miss stopping by your house
I will miss your presence at holidays
Even though I didn't tell you,
I am proud to be your brother
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