Hey, it's me. I know you won't get this, but I'm leaving it anyway.
Your bedroom light is still on. I saw it under the door when I came home from the hospital.
I had the parking validation ticket in my hand. The machine took my last two dollars.
Mom's stable. She asked about you. I said you were busy with wedding stuff.
Next week is your wedding. I'm supposed to be the best man. But you're not here.
I keep thinking about who I'm becoming. A welder who's learned to be gentle. A brother who's learning to be alone.
I used to be the one with the tools, fixing everything. Now I'm just the one who turns off the lights.
Your light is still on. I can't bring myself to shut it off.