In The Sky {Brotherly Love #7}

More conversation with my brother....

Little Bruh,

So much stuff I'm feelin'; I just had to holla out,
I'm sittin' here and lookin' at the sun shine while it's out,
and yes I'm puffin' reggie; this smoke gets up in my eye,
cause as I look I think that I see you up in the sky.

A cloud so white and fluffy starts to look just like your face,
I know that I'm straight trippin'; prob'ly need a tight embrace,
from someone who can whisper "ev'rything'll be ok,"
it'll never be that way again; I may just go insane.

Consumed by pain so sharp that it reduces me to tears,
all sorts of messages are in the music that I hear,
don't cry you're not alone; since you've been gone I'm out my mind,
I blink and see that cloud has disappeared from out the sky.

I cry when I'm alone most times and dimples fan my cheek,
it's something watching tears fall from a big ole man like me,
it makes me think of Moms and how this life just be so rough,
if you would not have died we would have never peaced it up.

Life's messed up like that how from tragedy there's maybe joy,
I'm 'bout to be the father of a brand new baby boy,
I know he would've loved to get to know his Uncle Poob,
but Ibn and Wali are here; you know how cousins do.

I'm never getting over how you left here; yes I'll cry,
and someday (God forbid not soon) your big bruh? Yes I'll die,
we'll always be Almetia's boys; 3rd floor of 83,
will you be in the sky again? Who knows, I'll wait and see....

Forever Love.

©2014
The Cunning Linguist

Author's Note

The inspiration for this piece actually came from seeing a cloud that looked like my brother while relaxing in my yard.