The Last Letter...

Dear Feliciano,

    I'm going to stitch my mouth into a smile as tears run down my face. You won't notice the invisible thread because you're gone without a trace. My eyes are swollen and red and my head aches with memories. But, art brings me back to times of encouraging smiles with little secrets.
    You're auburn hair and honeydue eyes no longer shine in the afternoon sun. You're not in the room of glass that aided you in your painting, nor are you in the kitchen cooking a gorgeous meal. Those lovely strings of noodles, dripping with hot tomato sauce, are probably something I'll never eat again.
    It's raining, I remember how much you hated the rain. You always said that angels were crying over children who died too young. Yet here I stand in their warm tears, crying over you.
    You're brother is standing in the doorway of your home, yelling at me to get inside. I can't hear his words though, because my mind has chose to hide. He knows I'm upset, if he weren't so stubborn he'd come out and-
    I feel his warm embrace, or is that yours? I had to check over my shoulder to see. I was right, it was him, finally deciding to cry with me.
    So here we both stand in the angel's tears that fall from the heavens. We hold each other tightly, because we're all each other has left.
    We'll miss your warm smiles and bubbly laughter, and I know you told me not to cry but the pain isn't over yet. Don't fret, my friend, I understand how you don't want to see us like this. But, give us a little while, we'll smile again.
    So here I stand, with my hand reached out towards the sky. I think I just saw you reaching out to grasp it with your own. A gentle smile on your face before you disappeared. We'll truly miss you Feli, but now, when ever I see a bright sunny day I'll think you're smiling at us. Don't worry, I'll smile back.

-Sincerely,
    ______