Dear Brother

Dear brother,
What happened between us?
What made you hate me a great deal?
What sort of pleasure are you getting from this?

Dear brother,
Do I exist in your journal?
Do I get a second of your time?
Or do you long to deport me from your ship?

Dear brother,
Am I that unimportant?
Am I the shit you had to deal with all your life?
Or am I already buried six feet under your feet?

Dear brother,
Do you know what it means to call you ‘dear’?
It means I muse over the good old times

The times when you were there for me
When you took me into your arms
And when you lift me up high

The times when there were no hatred
When there was only room for love
And when the drizzle shines bizarrely

Dear brother,
I wish I never had to say this
But you make me dig this grave
Not to bury myself though
It’s you I am burying…