Brother at Sunrise — Image by kenne
A Brother Lost
Now that it’s daylight at five,
I am awakened by the
Soft sounds of morning doves,
Delaying for a moment
My feet hitting the floor —
Just long enough
To think about my brother
Who no longer writes,
Calls or returns mine.
There’s no reason.
He has never needed
A reason to not call —
For him,
calls need a reason,
even made up ones —
Sharing a quote,
Name now forgotten,
Need to reach out.
Becoming is Superior to Being 
Kenne, very touching. Thank you for sharing. I lost my brother when he was only 39. He died from congestive heart failure. It seems your brother is lost in not remembering, you, however, will always remember. May your memories bring you comfort.
Judy
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Thanks for the nice comment, Judy.
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Great post…..
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Thanks you.
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I feel deeply touched by your words, Kenne.
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Thank you, your comment is most appreciated.
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Those who are living with love locked away in another’s mind will find this hauntingly beautiful. I know I did.
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Sometimes thoughts turn into words and flow from the soul.
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Keep trying to find him . . .
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I will . . . if he doesn’t try to find himself, my finding him might make the “try” very difficult.
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