Grief is such a strange feeling
Because why am I grieving someone I never met
I have no memories spent with him
Never spoke to him
Only seen him in pictures
Maybe I am grieving the idea of him
The idea of my first sibling
The world would\'ve been less empty
He would have given me a purpose
Someone to protect
Someone to love
I have the memories of my mother building him
The miracle of her stomach growing
But no baby came home
Just a small blue box
There is this dark, insistent voice
Consuming me year after year
Telling me there is nothing for me to mourn
I keep fearing the whispers will continue to eat at me
Make me believe the words they tell me