Taken With the Wind

“Wow.. What happened?”
He was interested.
I wasn’t.
“Michael passed.
That’s what happened.”
I mumbled.
I hated when
My father brought up Michael
Like I was over it.
When I clearly wasn’t.
I sat by his side
For fucking months.
While he cried.
Pissed his own pants
And I held his hand
When I had to say
Goodbye.
It’s been two months.
And I’m over it?
No.
“Wow.. I’m sorry.”
Don’t be sorry.
You weren’t there.
You didn’t lose your
Own brother.
You asshole.