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I remember my brother


Loved to play with candles.
Fascinated, watching
Each candle burn, melt,
Twist into elaborate designs,
Leaving unique beauty
As each one’s purpose
Flickers away with the flame.

I remember my brother,
Though three years older,
Looked like my twin.
Angrily, I ne’er appreciated
Being confused for my brother,
Yet he always thought
Our similarity
Rather funny indeed.

Watching the kids
Tilt candles away,
Avoiding dripping, hot wax,
I remembered my brother,

and Realized
A candle, much like Life,
Lasts only until the flame
Melts all the wax
Or is blown out.

No matter the length remaining,
The shape formed
From a melted candle
Leaves a lasting memory
For Those who Knew him

No matter the length remaining,
The drops spread
From a tilted candle
Leaves a lasting memory
For Those who Felt him

I remember my brother.
Nobody calls me
By his name
Anymore;
I just wish They would.





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