A part of me is always missing
my cousin & I were born two months apart. Our mums are best friends & we were inseparable from the day he was born. He was my twin, our lives were entwined. I miss him every day.
it was sunny and he was laughing. i cannot remember what his laugh sounds like only the way his whole face lit up and that he had a gap between his teeth. i see him in sunsets and my favourite stars he is in the warm sun that lights up my flat in the way i treat people and in the way i love the world he’s in my blood and in my favourite melodies, his siblings and everyone he ever loved. grief is a mystery to me, even after all this time it’s been eighteen years, but some days it feels fresh and raw today is one of these days. i would give up earth for one hug instead i choose the world, i choose to love every last flawed inch of it and i keep him in my heart and in every choice i make.
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