How Will I Breathe?
Where did he go,
this brother of mine?
Strong with his opinions,
his voice, his presence.
In his place, a mere shadow,
not even a good likeness.
And yet, when I look deeply
into weary eyes,
I see the one
who shared my life
for all my life.
I take a deep breath
and wonder.
How will I breathe
when he stops?
Anne Peterson

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