Letters To Benjamin Series: Part 5
"All these letters to my brother, Ben,
I have written them all with his pen.
He worked at Northeastern University,
And he had a lot of pens, you see.
Seems silly, but it's every little thing,
I wear your shirt, to your blanket I cling,
To see if it still smells like you,
'Cause I can't wrap my head around the truth.
My brain doesn't comprehend death, anyway,
What is it you do these days?
Are you the rain drops falling from the sky?
Are you the sunlight in my eye?
Do you keep my heart beating?
Are you in the air I'm breathing?
Do you still feel all the love,
We send to you, up above?
Thoughts of you arise in the dark of night,
So I take out your pen and these letters I write.
I cry and I cry,
And I plead to know why.
But I'll never know of course,
What drained you of your driving force.
But here we are, and here you are not,
And we've never been more distraught."