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Sam.

Dearest Sam, I know it's been a while since I've written, but you always said that complacency was the enemy of our condition.
How are you doing, my beauty queen? I hope that you and Moona are dancing on the sun,
that you have seen the world together, and that you are having endless fun.

It's been nearly four years to the day that I last saw your face, when your soul expired and decided that you'd had enough of this dreary place.
You were barely forty, a life taken from us far too soon,
at night, I lie awake in bed, and imagine us running hand in hand, exploring the surface of the moon.

Even though you may be gone, you have never been this alive,
your laughter in my mind is so loud sometimes, that I can almost swear that you survived.
Living in this city that we shared, everywhere I go is home to your ghost,
those are the moments I hold on to the tightest, that is when I miss you most.

The heartache of losing you will never disappear,
although I accept the loss, it is still my greatest fear.
You raised me to be strong, showed me how to stand taller than the rest,
the least that I can do to repay you, is ensure that I stay blessed.

My confidence was lacking until you showed me how to love myself,
I swear I would not be the man I am today if it weren't for your help.
I watched you from a distance, emulated your communication style, and even the way you only revealed your troubles to your pen,
more than just losing a sister, I grieve the loss of my best friend.

Sometimes, I am perfectly fine then suddenly reminded of you,
then these tears escape from my eyes, even in public, and drown me in the blues.
It could be in something as simple as hearing a song you loved, or the fragrant smell of jasmine, which was always your favourite scent,
even meeting someone with your name fills my heart with wistful merriment.

Either way, my darling girl, please know, that the absence of roses on your grave does not mean that you do not reside in my heavy heart,
my soul belongs to you, my eternal beloved, and awaits the day when we are no longer apart.

With all the unconditional love in the world, your brother Kashif.




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