I love how the people I love,
are so much a part of me,
that I can’t help but think of them,
in moments when I act as they would;

My mother every time I bottle my anger,
and tell myself,
I’ve forgiven and forgotten enough times that,
eventually it can become a reality.

My father,
each time I’m betrayed,
and I expose the truth,
or vow a conditional grudge against those,
who’ve been untrue, in hopes,
that people can change.

My brother,
every time I’m faced with my own ignorance,
or recognize that another human being,
is naive in their own way.
And my eldest brother,
every time I act as a child would,
and feel regretful knowing I’m an adult.

The love of my life,
every moment that I’ve briefly thought,
I’m capable of so much more,
or felt as though the person I was with at the moment,
were so important to me,
I'd willingly offer them my senses of sight, smell and touch.

The best friend I ever had,
every time my pride is threatened,
and I feel my heart beat loud,
in need of protecting my honor.

And my closest friends,
whether still in my life,
or not,
every time I laugh so hard that I cry,
or cry so hard that I laugh.
Every time,
I feel so lonely,
that I remind myself of who would be there,
if I were one day to truly fall,
as far as I so often feel,
I already have.

In a way,
I’m never really alone…