My Link

There was only one letter
One note, one sign.
I try to think better
But my mind is thick as fog.

I never saw his face,
Never heard his voice
He led me in a wild chase.
But, it seemed he had no choice.

My brother had left me at the age of sixteen.
Why he did it, I see no reason.
I see no basis to leave what had been
However, he found me first.

We met in the nearest public place: a bar
I never expected him to be who he was:
The daunting man with a black eye, countless cuts and a disfiguring scar
“Been okay, Sis?”

His first greeting was gruff and foreboding
What had he been up to?
Was his life full of loathing?
“Fine. You?”

“Ditto,” He said without emotion.
I nodded silently. What had I expected?
An embrace? A huge commotion?
His eyes showed as much feeling as mine.

What had I agreed to?
Why did I not think?
But, in the end, he was my family
My brother, my link.