This is a poem I wrote about my brother during his sophomore year of college. It's written in the style of e.e. cummings.
m ss you (brother)
bro ken home
[empty] room forgotten space
Not a happy fam ly of four
Anymore
Stat on wagon
stays.
n the dr veway
Your door stays [shut]
She doesn’t come over.
hardly at all.
No more dece t.
But less laughter
The parts of you
That make up [I] are
M ss ng
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