We shared a home beneath one sky,
Three hearts aligned as days went by.
Laughter filled our modest rooms,
A family's love in youthful blooms.
But then the storm of discord came,
Our parents parted, not the same.
The walls that held our world intact
Crumbled fast under the impact.
Lost in the maze of my own pain,
I failed to see your tears, your strain.
Consumed by shadows, I withdrew,
Unaware of what you both went through.
Dear sister, with your gentle eyes,
I should have heard your silent cries.
You looked to me for strength, for guide,
But I was lost, not by your side.
I see now how I let you down,
Your smile replaced by a fragile frown.
I wasn't there to ease your fears,
To guard your dreams, to dry your tears.
Did loneliness invade your days?
Did my absence blur your ways?
I wish I could rewind the clock,
Be the shield against life's shock.
Little brother, quiet and brave,
In our fractured home, how did you stave?
Without a father's hand to hold,
Without my warmth when nights turned cold.
Did you wander through your youth,
Searching for a hidden truth?
A boy without a tribe or clan,
I should have been your second man.
Do memories of me bring you pain?
Am I a stranger you can't name?
I wonder if you needed more,
A brother's love you hungered for.
Part IV: Closing Thoughts
I carry weight within my chest,
Questions that deny me rest.
Am I to blame for what you've missed?
For moments lost, for times dismissed?
I fear the answers I might find,
But hope remains within my mind.
Perhaps it's not too late to start,
To heal the wounds, to mend each heart.
Though I was blind, I see today,
The roles I failed along the way.
My sister, brother, hear my plea:
Let me be the sibling you both need me to be.