My Dear Uncle Bros [Mr. R]

I lie here, missing you.
Not what you think, but what I have seen you are,
Not your voice, but the one within.
I have seen what you are capable of becoming.
Yet, I see your struggles within, beneath
Your child-like but rooted ways.

Wondering how far gone you are on your story
I worry what you have told your kids
And how your wife is taking all this.
I wait. Hoping you will reach out.
Wishing your broken heart was torched.
With a new reason for life rather than mere living.
A reason to receive love, pure.

Oh fabulous soul,
Wonderful yet wandering heart,
Why are you afraid of hurting a head that will heal?
Why are you so afraid to break it for answers?
What keeps you bound from breaking free?
Why do you hide?
Where have you gone?
What are you doing?
I look for you but you seem to have vanished.
Why do you run farther?

Come to me,
Run fast toward wisdom.
Seek out the light.
Let life guide you.
Hear my voice, be my friend, my love.
See me. Unravel me.
Hold my hands,
Don't be afraid of falling.
Let go.
Let me.
Be me.

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