Every day without you, my grieving gets worse.
Only you could know how much it really hurts.
I grew up unaware of the harshness in reality;
how soon I would face the truth in morality.
It rips my heart open when I see siblings getting along
but a voice in my head tells me to stay strong.
It says, “Don’t look down, look up to the sky
I’ll always be your big brother. I love you, Shy.”
Hearing your voice had always been a bliss,
but seeing your smile is one thing I miss.
I know you need me right now, but I need you too.
I’m all alone and don’t know what to do.
I wish I had a time machine to rewind all this mess
back to the day that caused all this stress.
I would have been with you every second of that day
to be sure of myself that you were okay.
I would have tagged along when you left with your friend,
and you wouldn’t have chosen to do what you did then.
I loved you then and I do still.
I love you now and I always will.
You’re my big brother.
We’ve got to stick together.
For always and forever.