Going separate ways

You and I , go our separate ways.
You are reported to be professor,

Who looks much like my brother,
It’s what old man in the park says,

Who worries you are not coming
To the officers’ club , these days.

I do not know whether you exist
Or if you have ever existed at all ,

Anywhere by the sea or in a city
Or are a mere figment of thought

An episode from man’s dementia
Or a fake body missing from club.

If you are not unreal and brother,
As we have come here separately

We’ll go separately to our deaths,
With no mourning to bridge them.

(Inspired by the poem Separate Way by Charles Reznikoff)