A dreaded phone call
his voice reverberates of sadness
yet the words expressed
give no hint of repression
Learned from his partner in life
posting in a social site
that his eyes had rolled back
barely a hint of the breath of life
Once again he had entered
into that eternal sleep
Without her calling his name
or the medic's external stimuli
he would have left us
Ten years and more
he’s walked with stolen keys
toward the gates of that journey
into that unknown abyss
His lover, his wife,
was able to once again
speak life into him
calling his name
Soon, I must accept,
‘Tuesday’s with Morrie’
will be the script
my brother and I
will be, tearfully, sharing
