Brother and Friend

Where has he gone.  I cannot question.  I cannot say.  But he has gone from my mind since yesterday.  He is a brother to me; he speaks and acts like me.  He even looks like me in many ways.  But I have hidden my true feelings away.  And now I am left with hope that this friendship will prevail instead, and that this Brother of Mine will be there when I am gone, for he is another half to my broken soul.