Unrequited Bond
Sometimes love is unrequited—
sometimes it shines,
like the moon and the stars.
But what if it’s siblings
who carry that silence?
A single word
separating five years of life.
Like wood that’s been broken—
no matter how many times
you saw, sand, and repair,
it never regains
its original shape.
And so we live,
close in blood,
but disfigured in heart.
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