Silently he stands, not registering the news.

Then tears fall down like his eyes have sprung leaks,
But soon they stream down as his heart breaks.

His brother gone, no more to share
in laughter and jokes, in heartaches and cares.
The loneliness ahead is almost too much for him to bear.

A mother mourns her son’s brave death,
But his twin mourns the loss of part of himself.
A loss he will feel till his own dying breath,
unable to leave his pain behind on the shelf.

In life they shared a common bond,
Laughter always filled the air with their wit.
Now only a fragment of that flame remains,
He, like a moth, will be drawn to death’s flames.
He needs a dream to lift him up, to carry on living.

Thump, he falls to his knees at his brother’s side.
She longs to rush over, to be right beside.
A mother’s love for both makes her heart break.
She longs to reach out, to help his pain subside.

Tired, his trembling trunk tries to turn,
to the arms of his mother, as they open up wide.
Encircling, entwining, her elbows enfold him.

Together they mourn for Fred, who's now gone,
Together they let go for life travels on.

Silently he stands, now all on his own.