There was once a war that tore family apart.

Set brother on brother, father on son.

Sometimes I think you and I are reliving it in our own way.

our battles get worse each and every time.

Words do hurt.

I must have hurt you too.

I say I'm sorry,

but then we're at it again about how I'm not.

As we grow older we grow apart.

We both try to bridge the gap,

but all we get is another bloody battle.

I miss you,

the old you.

When we have that rare moment,

one where we are close,

I always seem to ruin it.

I'm sorry.

We are fighting a cold war.

You are my foe,

my enemy,

my brother.