Remembering Keith, A Poem About My Brother
I can still remember
It was like yesterday
The last time I saw you
Over twenty years ago.
You were so drunk
You could barely speak.
I will never forget the call
When she told me you died.
A needle did you,
Drugs took you.
"Don't cry for him," she said,
"He was just a junkie
He made his choices"
"He was just a loser,
An alcoholic."
I knew you like no one else;
We rode bikes together,
And together we fought,
The Ramirez boys after school,
We shared a room,
We shared parents,
When dad died we shared fears.
I used a credit card
To pay for your cremation;
And burned up someone who
Was once a beautiful child.
(c) A.E. Dozat 8/12/14
