every sunday

May 3, 2010
Every sunday I see him, my brother. he is there but is not. I see him but he does not move to give me a hug nor does he speak to say hi. he does not laugh but he is smilling. I caint hug him i caint tell him hi. He is behind a sheet of smuged glass surrounded by wood haning on a wall. He is in a picture.

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