The Last Descent

For my brother and his sorely missed soul, may they both idle in peace. MGH 8/1/'79 - 9/8/'11

Alone at last and free to cry. Though seemingly alright, I scantily get by.
Long days exhausted by refraining to weep, dismayed malady governing- I only weep more. Hunger of perpetual lacking regard? Your endeavor, equivalence to the final of score?
We laughed, depended on one another, together even cried. The recipient to perception of weight your heart concealed inside.
I vowed your secrets to my grave for my loyalty always will. Though your form has departed, you retain my heart still.
I'd offer forfeit to almost anything to see you once more, by merely any means. To catch a glimpse, hear your voice, to have your company in my dreams.
I battle hindrance that is anything and everything but light, as this last tear descends my cheek but only for the night.