I found this poem on my brother's computer, didn't know he was this deep or thoughtful, maybe the 19 years I've known him I haven't really known him.

Her Love

She walks into the room and turns on the light
She grabs a blanket for the cold night
searches the room for her love
but she knows that she won't find her dove

She sits down in their favorite chair
She looks up in despair
remembers all of the good times they had
but now she feels empty and sad

She feels a deep sadness that just lingers
She wishes that one last time she could feel the touch of his fingers
looking down at his picture she cries
but she knows one day she will be with him again when she dies

Very nice and true. Tell your brother to keep writing!

Me and my brother are sort of emotionally-apart, in the sense that we keep our "relationship" to just being buddies more than brothers.

very nice thanks for sharing

Hope you asked him if you could post it?

Good write!!!

lol nope ^_^ He's down at the bar playing poker, this'll be our little secret hehe