To the Brother I Carry in My Pulse

There’s an echo where your laugh used to live 

a hollow I’ve learned to call memory.

They say time stitches wounds, but some threads  

stay loose, letting the cold in.  

I still catch your shadow in sunsets,  

your voice tangled in old songs.  

Grief is just love with nowhere to go

it pools in my palms, heavy as a stone  

I refuse to drop.  

But today, I plant your name in the soil  

of my tomorrows. I wear your pride  

like a second skin.  

I am here.  

I am growing.  

I am learning to hold the “always” of missing you  

without breaking.

You’re the ink in every word I write,  

the quiet hum beneath my brave.  

Wherever you are 

I am your unfinished story,  

still becoming.  

And when the ache comes, I’ll whisper:  

“Watch me bloom anyway.”

For you, who taught me  

how to bend but never shatter.  

💔✨