Some losses still feel like I am waiting on a late reply. I still start stories in my head with your name attached. I keep finding old screenshots and hearing your laugh before I remember. My brother is gone and I keep catching myself standing in memories like they are doorways. The worst part is how many people only remember the final chapter. Some names still change the temperature in my body.
The Wall
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