His need was a mirror
Reflecting my flaws

I didn’t know how big
a piece of my heart
would go with him
on the gurney

We stayed with him
to the end
My brother and I
with our arms
around each other

It’s just a husk, said my brother
It’s not him, it’s just a shell –

But I like husks, I answered
I don’t want them
to take his hands away from me.

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