To this day, one thought in my mind haunts me:
Was there anything else I could have done?
If we had gone to a different place,
Or if we'd fled five minutes earlier,
Would my brother still be here in this world?
Or was it all just inevitable?
Would all this have transpired regardless?
And would I still be here, missing my brother?
I long for these answers, but they don't come.
But there's also one more haunting question:
Does he blame me for what happened to him?
That is one answer I know: he doesn't.
He knows I tried my hardest to help him.
And wherever he is, I wish him well.