You like the picture
Thats hangs on
My wall
You say it is the best
Picture of Kale ever taken
And you gave it to me
Believing
I knew not the reason why
But his birthday was today
three days before he died
When he turned five that year
Father drank
Mother got high
And you baked him a cake
unsettling to the eye
At
Least you
Tried
He would be nine now
But forever to you
he is Kid brother
Too wise for his own good
And you brought the picture to me to
Dedicate the day
to those left better
to decay
I wish you might forget him
and your pain
But I hear you ask for forgiveness
Not to a god
But to a boy with your eyes
And I say
"He has already forgiven you
He's waiting at heavens gate
Let the boy rest love,
give him the rest he once heard of
From an older brother who taught him love"
But not loud enough for you to hear
I sleep alone this night
You on the floor
Curled in a ball
Matt...
Come back
To me
Let me be greedy in this
With the dead you have no place
with me
