Last Goodbye

by Monique Reyna
Poetry

Standing, wondering what is real
This must be a nightmare
Reality can’t be this cruel

Big brother walks by
Places two talles in his little brother’s hands

                  One for you, one for me
                  Save mine for when I get there

He bows his head
Wipes his tears
Gangsters don’t cry

Mama forces herself up
Rain drops from her eyes
For her fallen son

                  Mi hijo, mi nino
                  Dios por que?

It’s sister’s turn now
There is no point
No goodbyes here
He’s no longer here.

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