As I watch the opening title scroll,
The memory floods back,
He approached us in a flurry,
Where are you? we wonder but I dare not tread,
Into the water. I ask around instead
but no answer drowns my worry.
Time drips by neither fast nor slow,
Inevitably the answer we didn’t want to show.
Though you lingered, in the shallow blue;
they said no pain, nor fear had troubled you.
Robbed of a future by fickle fate.
You had the Heart to run,
But Here it stopped, in the sun.
The idyllic lake, I need to hate.
I wonder who will run the shop,
Before I tell myself to stop.
What about your younger brother?
A situation like no other.
One final moment left to share,
I will those eyes to open and stare.
The credits close and no loophole,
No final scene and no comeback.