Are you afraid to reveal your sorrow
as we stand next to our brother’s casket?
Is your heart caught off guard
as I drape my arm over your shoulder?
Your body becomes rigid like drying concrete.
You move away as if yanking a dressing
from an unhealed wound.
Was your mourning too unbearable
to allow my affection to touch your heartache?
You turn and walk away.
I grieve the loss of another brother.