tears are streaming down my face. 

so much pain, so much agony, so much disgrace. 

the media is taunting

my phone is buzzing 

it’s the admiral

he says my light has died

my keeper

my savior

is gone. 

i sit on my bed, surrounded by mourners

they try to tell me it’s gonna be okay 

i’m not even listening by now

the mourners leave 

i’m all alone now

people tell me i look bad

but i tell them it’s okay. 

it’s okay

i’m okay

up there, i know that he’s okay

the memorial day nears

and upon hearing the little prince

i break down in tears. 

i’ll go on to tell my younger brother stories about his heroic brother, and how he saved our people

but there will always be a hole in my heart in the shape of him.