Jag ar vaken mitt i natten och saknar dig sa mycket att jag skrev en korkad dikt.

I asked you, my brother;
Will you be okay?
You smiled and said;
You know I'll never go away.

I just saw your smile,
and walked away -
never saw the sorrow
that wouldn't let you stay.

You fought your demons,
always so strong.
Little did we know,
you wouldn't be here for long.

I told you, my brother;
you know that I love you?
You smiled and said;
Of course, and I love you too.

If love was enough,
I would have carried you.
If love was enough,
there was so much I could do.

But it never is,
you couldn't go on.
There's so much to say,
but now you're gone.

I beg you, my brother;
give me a sign.
Tell me you're okay -
and that you still are mine.