Ghosts

"It's time to sort your things" my eldest brother whispered but I did not gave him any indication that I've heard him.  Here I am in our garage that was transformed to be our studio sitting on its dusty ground.  

I think he knows me better "just get whatever you want to bring you can go back here if you want" he pressed. 

How could I? 

How could I bring the things from here when I would only remember him.  That's exactly what I want to forget him. 

To forget his voice,  his scent,  his smile, the sound of his laugh.  

No I don't want to forget him at all.  

He's gone, that wouldn't change. 

That's what I want to forget

That he's not here anymore

His smile 

So infectious,  it can light my darkest day

His laughter as infectious as his smiles it can make you join him. 

His scent it's what I'm looking for 

His perfume is not enough to imitate his scent it's just not enough. 

His voice so deep that I want to drown in to it. I'm gonna miss those. 

My brothers would miss him

He's like the fourth brother to them

Closing this place,  locking it would equally hurt us. 

I know

I know it's irrational to act like this.  

I don't wanna cry 

He won't like this

We're closing this 

This chapter of my life with him

Here in this place where we bonded most. 

Here is the place where the ghost will always lurk

The ghost of our smile

Our laughter,  our unspoken agreement 

Our secrets our bond

This is the ghost I won't run from 

I won't run to either.  

Here will be the place of the ghost of my precious memories with him, my precious friend would be staying 

The place where I can visit whenever I want to see this ghost.