Good-bye

Just two syllables
They appear quite harmless
Sometimes they are not

The prompt inspired me to try a bit of haiku, and that:

This Friday marked 17 years since my brother Joseph left this plane of existence.
He was my only sibling.
I remember shortly after the funeral I dreamed that he came to say good-bye to me.
I remember reaching out to touch his reddish beard.
It felt so real.

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