Brother Poem by RIC BASTASA

we have seen how
each of us has differentiated
like fingers
trying to be of the
same length
but will never
be....i
understand
what our true
natures
are...and so
i do not really mind
that much...when
you hurt me...i
forgive even though
you never asked
...when you are
far i worry how
you live
what you are eating
where you sleep...
we do not
talk much
communication is
nil....but i
know
we miss each
other.