I drank up my brother,
Waiting at his bedside in the hospital.
I brought his music, thinking this musical man
Might find it comforting.
When he almost imperceptibly lifted a finger,
I turned it off.
A nurse, clinical yet not unkind,
Urged me to talk with him
Although he seemed lost (or was it me?).
So I asked him if he was up on a cloud
With John and George (not Mom & Dad?).
I really hope he was.
When I came back from lunch,
He was gone.
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