Bro

It’s been five times now,

again, again.

And still, you

were there.

Calm.

My heart is aching,

and so is yours.

But yet, you

make me

laugh.

It is an honour,

to have met you.

I love you,

brother.

mine.

This poem is open to interpretation. No reposting without crediting please.

 

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