A simple question,
I want a simple answer.
Why did he leave?

A hard question,
without an answer.
Who will hear me now?

A question waiting
for an answer.
When will I see him again?

A question waiting
to be answered.
How will someone take his place?

A question I wonder
will ever be answered.
What do I do now
when i feel alone in this world?

A question that everyone gets answered,
but me.
Where should I go for shelter?

He left
without saying goodbye.
He hugged me
when nobody else did.

My brother.
My blood.

By Itzel, 8th grade
[photo by Steffe via flickr]

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