Dear Brother

Brother, I always did love you,
In fact I still do, but I can't tell you.
Leaving me, you took my heart too.
I do not know what I shall do.

I lived for you, I wanted to
grow up with you, but could not do—
I could not tell if the love was true;
so I ignored, and hence killed, you.

You wound me up, oh, how did you
Manage to pry my mind in two?
A hope that one half clung on to,
A fear that none of it was true.

You visit every month or two,
I sometimes try to speak to you—
But never can my voice break through
the wall which has split us in two.

To be back with you I would do
anything which you asked me to:
your hair was black, your eyes were blue,
but though silence I murdered you.

06/01/2013 @ 0105