Yes, Yes I Do. ( A Poem )

Remember when you and Alex wrapped me up in a mattress,

And tickled my feet, 

Until I pee'd myself

And you called me Mr. Pee-body? 

Remember that one time I bumped my head 

On an oddly placed door knob

And you nick named me "Tri-clops"?

Or when I asked if "bonkers" was a bad word?

And how we laughed about it the next summer?

Or how you would get on all fours, 

Snarl from a room down the hall, and chase Alex and I

Rushing faster than our young legs could run?

Or that time you talked to us about how to get girls,

And puberty

And the truth about where babies come from?

And my shocked face?

Remember when you ran away from my uncle,

Your sister and your step mom, 

And came back two feet taller?

Or how you always would cough,

And how Grandma always wagged her finger?

And how we would always hug you too long before you left?

Remember when I got that call a week before Valentines day,

And I went home early,

And my family cried, 

And I cried, 

Because you were gone?

And how it was just another day?

And how the windows were so tinted?

And the men wore matching colors?

And that question they asked before they shot you?

7 times I believe. 

7 times.

Or how I laid a rose on your crossed arms,

And how peaceful you looked up at me

Even though your eyes were closed?

And how cold the earth was?

And how cold the world was?

Even on Valentine's Day?
I didn't want anything to do with those Sweat-harts candies for a while. 

Oh or how your father forgave the man that shot you,

And said he loved him,

And your assailant cried before the court?

But we still missed you?

I know I do.