How you shatter through me
Like the conversation piece
Spoken of but not to
How you believe I fade into
The shadows of neglect
Yet I shimmer violently
Without meaning to
And I have half a mind to ask for pardon…
How these bruised knuckles
Have hardened
Into the softener of calloused hearts
I weep before I wallow
You are my brother before
My fallow
You need no pardon
For the existence of you—
I don’t need to know you
To love you
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