That Moment

There is that moment that hits
Like a kick in the gut.
It is more than that though,
The sheer magnitude.
The phone call,
From the person who never calls.
The words I can't believe.
Once again, my brother,
Childhood nemesis,
Worlds best enemy,
Has sustained life-threatening injuries.
Typical of him, no one really knows
How it happened.
We know where, and that people saw.
That is all.
He is laid up in the hospital,
Aware, but not able to tell,
Silenced by the tube that lets him breathe.
Burned badly, hopefully recovering.
I try to push him to the back of my mind,
So I can function and do day to day things,
Which is all fine, and then it hits me.
And I picture him laying there,
And it doesn't really register,
Because the clearer picture is
All the stuff we got up to
Growing up.