I won’t mourn you while you’re still here making choices;
choices of where you’ll breathe last when the time comes
decisions that are yours, and only yours, to make. Always.
I will, however, laugh with you until you can’t any more.
I will support your choices, defending your life at its last.
You’re not old enough to go, but I know that’s not up to us.
I won’t mourn you while you’re here, but I will love you,
my friend, brother to my sister-in-heart, brother of my brother.