I looked up into the black night. Up at the moon. My mom always says I waste my time out here and that the moon is there just to take up space in the sky. But to me it's more than that. It's my friend. I see the face and feel the presence of a person that's always there for me. The only person that's ever there.
So this is how it goes. This is how I keep in contact with him, by spilling everything I've ever done in the day to the sky. Like we used to do when we were younger. I sit there in the long grass with my notebook talking to my dead brother, Luke. He died last year. Cause of death is unknown. We were so close and I've never missed him as much as I do now. We used to sit out here for hours telling eachother what happened in our day.
He was 25. My parents were absent for most of my childhood. Always going to parties and getting drunk: luke was my parent. And I will forever miss him.
Anyways as I look up at the face on the moon all is see is Lukes face. I spill what happened in my day and slowly fall asleep. I'm soon wakened by shouting and then shots coming from my house. "eerything will be ok Luke, Ill find out what happened"
While walking into the house I stop and look up at the moon one more time. Be aide I know theres a chance I could never see it again.