Mike

I was sitting outside tonight

And spoke my dead brothers name

I asked if there was any

tiny

small

scrap

bit

portion

leftover of him

That was still here in this dimension.

Was there any way he could give me

Some kind of a sign

That something of him remained

What ever that might be?

The answer I heard was nothing

But a slight wind in the trees

And moonlight shining down

Crickets chirping in the darkness…

I will take that as a yes.

2017 By David Jacobi