Page 50 - When I was Young ebook

Black Questions

Can someone?

Can someone tell me why I buried my

brother today?

Tell me why I was clawing at the casket

trying to capture our last moment

I couldn’t look away

Couldn’t tell you the number of times

I begged him to be careful

Couldn’t tell you the number of times
I was fearful

Our calculators could only count so high

and as high we use to get just to by

just comprehend how we had lost another

friend

we didn’t have the space to lose him, a

hole deepening within