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He Was Gone
He walked passed me with
plastic bags full of clothes.
I asked him what he was doing.
No response.
I asked him again
he said he was doing laundry.
I was oblivious.
He wasn’t himself that day.
No emotion.
Flushed face.
Quiet.
I left fifteen minutes later.
I didn’t know it would be the last time
I’d see him.
Dad picked me up with tears running down his face.
He tried to hide it but he couldn’t.
I knew something was wrong.
He sniffled and rubbed his eyes…constantly looking at his phone.
I asked him what happened.
He’s gone.
I couldn’t believe it.
My own brother left us.
I was in shock.
Couldn’t breath.
Couldn’t speak.
Couldn’t move.
He lied to me.
He lied to all of us.
He didn’t care.
He was selfish.
I begged him to come back.
But he didn’t.
When I saw him in school,
my heart ached.
Almost two painful years later, he came home.
Couldn’t breath.
Couldn’t speak.
Couldn’t move.
He was once gone…
He’s finally home.
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