I have a brother whom
I have never met
but his existence is something
I can never forget.
He died as a baby
before I was born,
from our parents side
he was cruelly torn.
I have one blurred
photograph of him
sitting on a beach,
smiling at the camera,
I want to hold him but
he is forever out of reach.
I would visit his grave
where he lay alone for years
until our parents joined him,
now when I visit
I can’t help but shed tears,
tears of happiness that
they are reunited
and tears of sadness
for a love unrequited.

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Sad 😔
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