It's cold for April. I can hardly believe that so much time has passed. Tomorrow would have been my brother's birthday. RIP my buddy. I don't believe in graves or what some refer to as "Last resting place" I believe I will see him again. I'll look beyond the water at the park where we would talk. I'll look within my library for your favorite book. I miss you. I'll never understand why you wanted to die. You can't take it back just as I can't take back that I couldn't help you live.
It's really cold for April and today I just have the blues.
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