Here without you
Bloody knuckles strike
Upon indifferent walls
As another loved one is lost
To the war
That is daily life.
Whiskey bottle held
In blood soaked hands
Slips from fingers
The sound of shattering glass echoes
In the silent motel room.
Only in the dark
Do the walls come falling down
A fist covered mouth
Prevents the noise
But not the tremors
That rack through the body.
Shaking and crying
Finally grasping the true extent
Of loss.
Eyes in the mirror accuse
'How could you let him?'
Lips form silent words
Apologies that are too little
Too late.
Shaking hands hold up
An aching head.
Thoughts out of order
Regret-Loss-Pain-Love
All of them overlapping
Making any movement
Unbearable.
Bloody knuckles strike
Upon indifferent walls
But it doesn't change anything
He's still gone
And
A brother is still a brother
Even when your other half is missing.
I'm sorry Sammy. So, so sorry.
