In shadows cast by autumn's breath, October's end, a date unkind, A path of smoke, the fall of leaves, Where innocence and solace find. Through haze of joints and bitter pills, Two souls once close, now drift apart, A sister's love, a brother lost, Guilt's heavy weight upon the heart. I reach through fog-bound memories, To find his laughter, bright and free, But specters rise with every step, Reminding of what used to be. Oh, little brother, can you hear, The echoes of a time we knew? I blame myself, each whispered word, For not being the shield to you. Yet still within these silent cries, A hope that someday paths align, To mend the broken bonds of past, And let love’s healing light refine.