Poetry

Goodbye

You went up to the moon,
I thought it was to soon.
I'll see you again brother,
One way or another.
On days like this,
I can't wait to see the one I miss,
People don't like to say your name anymore,
When they do it makes our hearts sore.
It's like someone shot us in the heart,
When yours refused to start.
Did you know the end was near,
If so did your eyes start to tear...