Goodbye Jesse’s Girl   My brother died on a Thursday just as the year Came to a close. I wasn’t there although I Tried, speed and snow don’t mix. I didn’t Recognize him, lying so still. But the Tears of my father, nephew, friend Convince me of the truth. Hugs cannot comfort now. Only time heals The heartbroken Soul.   I Wear Jesse’s Girl and am Reminded of the last Time I saw him alive. Smiling, watching a ballgame, calling me “Brat” acceptance, in his words I don’t want to hear. The music loud, blocking reality Hearing muted. A dream fulfilled nearly forgetting all else. Unwanted thoughts intrude until the…