The Coolest Guy I Knew

 

You were already grown
when I was just finding my feet —
eight years older,
a lifetime, back then.

You had the car, the friends,
the confidence I didn’t yet understand.
I watched from the doorway,
half in awe, half in hope
that one day I’d be like you.

You never saw it,
but I studied everything —
how you walked, how you laughed,
how the world seemed to listen
when you spoke.

Then time happened.
Years turned into walls,
and walls turned into silence.
But I never stopped thinking
you were the coolest guy I knew.

I don’t want to rewind —
just to say, even now,
after all these years,
that little brother still remembers,
still looks up to you,
and still loves you
more than you probably know.

I miss you, Murray.