My brother
Have I ever truly known you?
I still wonder if your tears,
that day two years ago,
when you looked at my pain
carved into my skin,
fell out of pure sorrow
or out of shame—
the shame I had foolishly caused you.
And we never really saw each other,...
I still wonder if your tears,
that day two years ago,
when you looked at my pain
carved into my skin,
fell out of pure sorrow
or out of shame—
the shame I had foolishly caused you.
And we never really saw each other,...