I
In the echoes of shared laughter, we once roamed,
Brothers entwined in a home that felt like home.
Guided by parents’ love, each unique, yet the same,
In their eyes, we found our singular claim.
II
Mom, with her wisdom, said, “Each one needs his way,”
Nurturing us distinct in the light of the day.
But time played its trick, scattering our band,
Life’s winds blew us far from the promised land.
III
Now, silence echoes in spaces once filled with kin,
Aching hearts yearn for what used to have been.
With parents gone, the axis of our unity ceased,
Leaving us adrift, our bonds somewhat released.
IV
Separated, distant, longing for what’s amiss,
Wishing for moments lost in the memory’s abyss.
In the quest for what’s lost, a soul seeks in vain,
Hoping for connection, to rekindle the chain.
V
The void of what could have been, a bittersweet tale,
A yearning heart’s song, an unfinished trail.
Lost opportunities, a melody of the past,
Reminders that time’s die is cast.
VI
Yet in the midst of this melancholy, a spark,
A yearning to bridge, to rekindle the dark.
For even as paths diverge, hope’s ember gleams,
A prayer for reunion, within distant dreams.
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Bulan Observer 