When Soul Calls

It's too late for regret.

Too late to beg for forgiveness.

The brothers once bound by blood and heart, connected by soul, now stand on opposite shores, divided by years of mistrust and distance so vast that no footsteps can cross it.

So what remains?

One heart, hollow with longing, that no longer beats.
Another heart that still beats, but has forgotten how to trust what was his.

The hour to reclaim what was his has already slipped away, like sand through a clenched fist.

He stands with nothing left but the echo of a name he once called brother, and the silence that answers.