Where’s my shoes? How come I only have one? Where’s the other one? I look in my closet, my only closet , there is a pile or should I say a mountain of shoes just thrown in the closet. On my knees, Bending down, throwing all my shoes out of the closet, to look for that missing shoe that I wanted to wear today. I do have one more closet, I cannot use it yet , because those were my brother’s clothes. He passed away last year. I don’t have a heart to throw out his clothes or any of his belongings. I like to open up his wardrobe occasionally and reminisce, I remember when he bought the sweaters and his winter coat . It makes me think of him with sadness. I also have his colognes. on melancholy days, when I’m feeling down the dumps, I spray the cologne in the air, or on my clothes. It brings back the memories of my brother. Maybe, the scent, of the cologne makes me feel closer to him . . I remember I bought him that shirt, he wore it for Christmas day. I remember the jeans he wore. I would joke with him and say, they are too short on you. You look like a dude. We would laugh. I’m not ready to give up them up yet. My memory still lingers. The way he passed so abruptly, so fast, I still feel his presence , his scent. I’m not ready to let go yet.