my feet feel like cinderblocks, my head feels like a balloon

You sat there cold, ten feet away. Minutes turned into hours. You got your coat.

Sometimes I feel like you really are my brother, and that you're part of my family. Part of some mysterious family I never see.

You talked about her, or music for most of the conversation. I know how much you care about her. I feel like I can relate to you, with distance being both our worst enemies. 

We exchanged stories of nostalgia and humor. 

You talked about her just like I talk about him.

I can't count how many times either of us said "Yeah. I know how that goes."

I'll always be your sister. 

Though no familiar blood runs between us.