Missing
You, Still
When
you were here, your presence was so contagious.
But
living without you is simply outrageous.
I'm
frustrated to know that you were once mine,
and
I wonder, what if we had just a little more time.
Then
again, a little is never really enough,
because
for you, my brother, life surely was tough.
You
made it work though, you always carried a scheme,
but
in your sickness, you became quite mean.
Such
spirit however, you always had a laugh to give.
I
sometimes think it isn't fair, that I still get to live.
You
were hard to shut up and a real pain in the ass.
The
heartache still lingers, so slowly time does pass.
I
hope that wherever you are, that you are content.
I
enjoyed the time with you, what little we spent.
If
I'd known that death would come to take you away,
I'd
say 'I love you' and wish for you to stay.
