From behind the door,
someone looks at me,
I don't see anyone,
but I can feel it.
Why?
Why,
do you stand there,
waiting for me,
to come outside?
I asked you,
to leaven and never come back,
at least,
not yet.
I can't have this,
not right now,
not when I'm finally,
starting to get over it.
Please,
go,
it hurts me to see you,
because you look like him.
I miss him so much,
your brother,
my best friend.
Please,
go!!