Your days still make me weep
for all your losses
far too young and undeserved
you'd give back every dime for
one day, one hour, one minute
   --one breath--
so would I, love, so would I.

The eyes of your young ones
are theirs - and my brother's as well...

Across the miles
in the darkest of night
my heart reaches out to touch yours
I still taste the tears you hide...
even when you mask them
behind your impish smile
   --to chase the demons away--
I still do, too...every day even still.

You're so skilled in hiding
behind laughter -- I learned that well from you
They never understood, did they?
(they still don't)

These decades of twilight
we've never laid them to rest, have we?
You replaced my loss...
I could never - nothing ever could
   replace yours...

To this day, your barley whisper
with ashtray subtleties
can wake me like a feather.
Our childhood souls collided
   --bloodlines are our bond--
memories of loss and gain
run deeper than our veins...
deeper than the sea.