Dear Graham,
It’s been _ __ _ ___ __ _ ___ __ _ ___ __ _ ___ __ _ ___ __ _ ___ __ _ ___
__ _ ___ __ _ __ ___ _ twenty years_ __ _ ___ __ _ _____ _ ___ __ __ ___ __
___ __ _ ___ __ _ ___ ___ __ _ _ ___ but _ __ _ _ __ _ __ you were always him.
_ __ _ ___ __ _ ___ __ I can___ see _ __ _ ___ __ _ ___ __ _ __ the face of your son.
_ __ _ ____________ I have shown you _ __ _ ________ change_. _ ._ _ ___ ____
_ __ _ ______ I don’t know the faces of my sons_ __ _ ___ __ _ ___ __ _ ___ __ _ __
If we ____ lived as brothers, _ __ _ ___ __ _ ___ __ _ ___ __ _ __ we could _ ______
________ grow together.
Losing you was _ __ _ ___ __ _ ___ __ _ ___ __ _ ___ __ _ ___ __ __ _ ___
___ __ _ ___ __ ___ __ _ ___ _____ __ _ ___ ____ __ _ ___ __ _ painful.
Now that _ __ _ ___ __ _ __ drugs_ now that ______ homeless _______ I wonder why ____
_ __ _ ___ __ _ ___ __ _ ___ __ _ __, brother? Where were you when I needed you most?
Kiel M. Gregory teaches poetry workshops for the Binghamton Poetry Project, serves as Guest Curator for Bartle Library, and works as an administrator for Binghamton University where he is an MA candidate. He is currently working on his thesis, a collection of poetry based around the themes of family, fatherhood, and loss. His prose and verse appear in Lips, Stone Canoe, Hypertext Magazine, and other fine journals. Visit kielmgregory.com for more.