Big Brother Blues

December 24, 2007
As tears roll down my cheeks like rolling rain,
I am still.
Paralyzed by thoughts of you,
missing you,
wishing that you were here,
with me,
Hope seems to be fading,
but I keep on waiting,
until you arrive home.
I miss you,
Big Brother.

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