Letting Go
Now that he's gone,
You ask what he was to me:
Well.
Let me see.
He was what I was,
And was not.
He knew what I knew,
And what I did not.
We were born and raised a half a world apart,
But were later formed in the same womb.
United by blood, but we were not brothers;
We were more than that.
We shared dreams, but not fantasies.
Fears, but not nightmares.
He felt when I thought,
And thought, when I felt too much.
His silences spoke to me
And his words made my silences possible.
When he spoke to others, I didn't listen.
I didn't have to.
He wanted more from life than I did,
But was often content when I was not.
He laughed more than I did,
But railed against Fate, when I would not.
To join physically would have been redundant.
We were already one:
Brain, mind, heart, soul.
We weren't lovers, but we loved.
We held each other close at arm's length,
And reached past death to grasp at life.
A thousand times my hand gripped his,
And still does,
Though he has long since let mine go
And has not.