I remember the sweet lull of his voice.
The one that conforted me,
the one that put me to sleep at night.
The one that kept me going each day,
and the one that believed in me,
when no one else did.
The one that fixed me,
when I was broken.
And the one that found me,
when I was lost.
This is a fading voice now,
the one that has not been heard,
for so many years.
I remember the joyful life he once had.
The one taken away in such an unfair way.
The life lived by my brother.