Brother

These dreams of Steve tear me apart.
He is living and laughing and being himself again.
I wake up in the morning and feel like life hasn’t changed.
It is then that I realize he’ll never do those things again.
Sometimes I have to remind myself to live.
Sometimes I have to remind myself to open new doors.
Sometimes I have to remind myself to feel real.
Without him.
Standing the worst thoughts, I begin from the bottom.
So I know where I’ve been and where I’ll be tomorrow.
Youll NEVER be forgotten.