riding waves
because to drown is not a choice
everything the same
but lost is my voice
i thought we'd all drown
crumble and fall
but i know now
that doesn't happen at all.
and what is this feeling?
disappointment? confusion?
is everyone swept up in a sort-of delusion?
were we really that distant?
are we really that cold?
he wasn't even sick
and we aren't even old
my brother, my brother, my brother
we no longer knew eachother
but did you love me as much as i thought?
you never asked about me
you never called.
maybe you assumed we'd connect
when you moved home
but you didn't come back
and you died alone.
