we walk different roads       crossing different streets      encountering  different faces                   better to share than to stare          easier to judge than to understand                     babies cry instinctively, when we get older we are supposed to ask for help when we need it        often we don’t know, or care to admit we need it     that’s what brothers are for         we will be remembered as much for what we didn’t say as for what we did

go peacefully through this world/ remember i love you / we are connected in ways only brothers would understand

there are no stones to gather or drop/ nor memories that fear the light

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