They say blood is thicker than water
so I will build a bridge, a stunning
suspension of disbelief
spanning the oceans between us.
Blood will call to blood, a weaving
of broken strands. 25 is the magic
number. You will come to me, nameless
and lost but loved since always. Brother,
sister, can you hear me, can you feel me
twist in your heart, burn
in your bones, a splinter in your gut,
a memory of what might have been?
Do you dream of dark streets
in a northern city? Do you cry out
in your sleep? Are your eyes flecked
with gold like mine? Is there a gap
between your front teeth? Is your skin
smooth as avocado? Do you like cryptic
puzzles? I have a clue. Together
we will find answers. Let us rendezvous
on the scarlet arc across the blue.
I have prepared a place and I’m waiting.
Note:- on average the amount of DNA shared between half-siblings is 25%