Aches

I miss you, my brother,
and I
don't even know who you are.
My heart is breaking,
but my heart never knew
what it was like to know you at all.

"It is not good..."
"It is not good..."
It is not good for you
(or for me)
to be
alone.

You and me
together would be
strong.

You and me
together, you see...
Spontaneous, cheerful, and
songs
would float through our ears
and our mouths and our fears,
stopping the sorrow from taking us down.
They would turn us around
before night could have found
us unprepared.

But oh.
Oh, my brother,
Where are you?

You're somewhere alive and breathing, I hope-
somewhere living and sighing, I hope,
To find me too.

I miss you.