Missing You... Dealing with grief or lost love [Monthly Contest]

Sometimes, I pick up the phone
and then it hits me
you won't be there on the other end
I'm tempted to dial anyway

Maybe I'll hear your message and your voice
But Paulette told me she turned it off
she can't bear to hear it ring
So, I'll have to keep your voice in my memory

Many people call themselves "Brother"
but they do it because it's cool
"Brother from another mother"
We never had to say that

"My Brother" meant something to us
We shared our lives for fifty years
married sisters, and divorced on the same day
We danced and clapped each other on the back

But we were hurting, and leaned on each other
We both found new love
We shared those experiences too
We moved away, but never lost each other

Because we had the story in our hearts
I knew that someday, one of us would be alone
You weren't going to last forever
and I was not so great either

Now I can cry, if this was paper
it would be too soggy to read
Through the ether, maybe you will get to see it
Love you always, Brother...