We talked about our mothers
Kissed the wounds of our fathers
I could have been your sister
I would have been your brother
You kissed me like a soldier
Headed for a war
A dying man but I don't know what for
And you were only joking
You were only joking, brother.
Everyone always tells you to live in the moment. So, here I am, living in this empty moment, this loaded moment, this perfect moment, this mortifying moment,
but no one ever warns you about the terrifying moment
when you realise that you have no idea what is to come.
I loved you in that quiet dark moment before either of us could sleep, now do you want me to tell you that I was only joking?