At first it didn't seem real
But then the waves came
I blamed myself
I sobbed my guts out
I burst into rage
Like: why the fuck did you do it?
Or in weaker moments:
Why did you do it to me?!
But there was never an answer
And certainly never about me

So I stopped asking why
And I started listening
Inside my heart
Where my brother still whispers to me
Because Here has no regard
For questions or answers
And most importantly
He never even left