Fragmented thoughts and a farewell to you.

Today is a fragmented thought
Incomplete sleep sequences
coupled with visitations from the past.
Faces, incomplete.
Dear brother,
I cannot feel your embrace.
I know your face is smiling
and arms extended toward me.
But, incomplete.
I see you and our final farewell.
"Brother."
Written in children's handwriting
with backward letters and improper speech,
rested on your chest, no longer rising with life,
lay a small token of the park you left.
One last breath of life
and my entire being crippled.
I was so selfish.
I am too selfish.
Where have you gone?