Loving As a Brother

LOVING AS A BROTHER

I wrote my last poem,

certain that

it won’t be the last.

I gave you my last hug,

knowing I’d touch your body

for the last time,

but I’d embrace your soul again.

I gathered from the ground

my scattered pieces,

the sorrow of leaving,

but the comfort of feeling your support.

I love you like a brother,

I desire you like a mother,

and I want you with all

the loose fragments of your heart.

I see stars in the sky,

so distant yet so close to me.

And I see you by my side,

knowing that your death

won’t be your end.

I scatter the final seeds,

so they may grow in your body

and bloom in your mind.

Because I know you are free

and deserve the infinite radiance.

You were never mine,

neither your body nor my goodbye.

You have nothing because nothing binds you;

you have everything by holding

an innocent heart.

I will love you in every form of life,

I will find you in my DNA.

For you are blood of my blood

and child of my Father.

I’ll say goodbye at the right time,

knowing life is but a breath,

and time will wait for us.

And then we’ll feel the fire burn

and within we’ll transform

into the best version of ourselves,

burning little by little

our desires.

Until Life presents itself,

offering to each

what is earned by merit.

For I learned from you,

crying for you,

while my body burned,

my chest throbbed,

and our souls reconnected.