Brother

by Pom

Published April 4, 2012

In Poetry

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When I look at you, I can no longer see you
When I see you, I can no longer feel you
When I hear you, I can no longer understand you
 
It is hard for anyone to be understood,
But where you have gone,
I will never understand,
 
Brother,
You are lost to me forever.
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