As Alike As We Were, My Brother

as alike as we were
my brother
as well as you meant

an i love you for each empty bottle
an i’m sorry for each broken glass

on the night when the rain hung under the stars
and the firewood glowed in protest to the cold
and we sat arm-in-arm on the
bench that your grandfather built
next to the house with unbreakable walls

when i said
i don’t think i could find the words to tell them
if you didn’t come back
and you said
i never thought of it that way

you always sought solace in distance
i found it in time

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