The other brother

All this time
I was looking in the wrong place
When right infront of me
Was your angelic face

It's funny how it was your brother,
My friend,
That had to point you out to me
In the very end

The endearments you call me by
I hope you don't say them lightly
You could make the sun
Shine so much more brightly

I hope you and I
Can get closer
So that sooner or later
My wandering days will be over.