To My Brothers

There is no goodbye, there is no so long
It matters not which of us, if any was wrong
Our arguments were petty, we knew that deep within
But if reparations were possible, where would they begin?
I never meant to hurt you, the brethren at my side
With such remarks thrown to and fro, both pleasant and/or snide
I did not leave for women, as much as you might think
Although I know it's part of why you were driven to the brink
But if it's how you want to have it, and it's how it's meant to be
Then I guess I must bid you adieu, and hope that you end up ok and truly happily