Unlike many other, I do not miss my brother, but still
there never was a we, and there will never be, but still
he was always far and away, and would never visit me
I have never dreamt the day, that with me he could be
over my life I have struggled with his absence, but still.
I never did him kiss, and never did him miss, but I will
I never did him fight, never a prank at night, but I will
he does not do a lot, because he is one with the earth
I myself blame him not, he never lived, he died at birth
back in 1959, and I never ever got to meet him, but I will.
A.G. Munson
