My brother is too far away.
Today, that matters,
Sometimes it doesn't.
I have learnt that no contact is easier than a little,
Which works unless I'm feeling broken
and alone.

My brother and I
Were so close, when he was here.
Now I never turn to him,
He knows next to nothing about my life.
It was his choice to leave,
And my choice not to grieve.

My brother is too far away.
Today, that matters,
But the silence has gone too far, too,
There's nothing he, or I, can do.