Fleeting Thoughts...

I haven't seen you for month,
Where are you staying at?

I want to know if you're okay,
But you hide from me in the shadows of the streets.

Your face gets lost in my fleeting thoughts
And your image is blurring into nothing.

In the crowded streets I see your face.
I hear your voice, But the illusion fades.

I want to know if you're okay,
In the brightest days, and the dreadfully cold nights.

You are my brother,
My blood,
My kin.
You are part of me.