My Terror Twin & I

I don't know why I'm still so upset about his death. However, it seems with each passing year, I miss him just a little more. And even at the 6th anniversary of not hearing his voice or not being able to listen to his life lessons, I guess I'll never know why it was him and not me.

So I guess this is how I find myself now. My mind a mess, a battered suitcase delicately placed in my hand and a pounding heart waiting for the next train to take me as far away as possible. If this was how it has to be; then so be it.