Series of poems: One Year Later pt 3

Phoebe

Today it's been a year

Though it feels as if it isn't even near

There has never been another

Not like Wyatt's brother

I can not put my feelings down

Sitting here in the rain with a frown

Although they're not visible

My tears are present and I'm miserable

I miss him dearly

Although I do not show it clearly

I love you my dear nephew

There will be no other like you