4.17-4.23: A Mon Frere

He is gone.
My brother—the blue-eyed lover
Who could’ve chose another
But he chose me—
Is gone
Singing his song
About quarrels and qualms

Our embrace faces days
But as long as he stays
There’s absolutely no way
That he’ll be gone again.

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