Bruno and Leo, just the two of them.
7 and 9 years old.
A three house were you are not allowed in, just the two of them.
Almost twins. 16 months apart. Used to dress alike.
Bruno and Leo driving their mom crazy.
Two, almost one.
Years passed, beards grew.
They became men. Men lie.
Lies splitting skin that used to be sewed together apart.
Money making his way between them.
Lovers making their way between them
Fights, Heirdoms, lies, one missed gunshot, the final barrier.
Bruno and Leo, not twins, not brothers, not friends.
Just two tired old men walking home alone after a long day.
Bruno and Leo two rich lonely strangers with a scar.
A never fully healed wound, the hole where they once shared wings.