My brtothee

We used to talk about everything, the world and the stars,

We’d remake our lives, never thinking it could fall apart.

Then words hit hard — too strong, too proud,

And silence settled down between my hand and yours, my brother.

My brother, I miss you,

Even if time pretends to heal what we’ve been through.

Our hearts brush close but never quite touch,

Like two souls afraid to reach too much.

My brother, I miss you…

Your life, your road — you caught your wind,

While I stayed here, lost in what has been.

I know it’s not your fault, not mine either,

But sometimes I just wish you’d call me — no reason, no barrier.

My brother, I miss you,

Even if time pretends to heal what we’ve been through.

Our hearts brush close but never quite touch,

Like two souls afraid to reach too much.

My brother, I miss you…

I keep our laughter, our childhood dreams,

Our silly fights, our quiet schemes.

And even if the world pulled us apart,

I know deep down, you’re still in my heart.

My brother, I miss you,

I wait for you, no anger — just truth.

Maybe one day our paths will meet,

And we’ll laugh again, like before, complete.

My brother… I miss you.