Six of Nine

Six of Nine, sweet brother of mine. I will always remember you as the bright eyed boy in the farmer overalls with your plaid flannel shirt buttoned up to the neck. Your first day of school. Waiting for the bus. Pant legs rolled up. A bucket filled with crayons, glue and pencils clenched in your little hand. You were my buddy. You were always my bestest little buddy, and you could hide in my room any time and I wouldn't let anybody hurt you. And when you were a little bit older we used to stay up late late late, playing cards and drinking tea. Those were good times, back then, when we were young and innocent and beautiful. If only we all could have stayed young and innocent and beautiful. Six of Nine, sweet brother of mine, how I will miss you. Six of Nine, dear brother of mine, I wish you knew how much I loved you. Six of Nine, brother of mine, I'm not ready to say goodbye.