At the back of the house by the compost
Is the plot where my brother lies dead
“He got lost”
That's what I told them
And I'm mocked by the stone on his head

How could I have known it would be like this?
It was a mistake!

Moss on the carving
Covers your name
Return to the dirt…
My memories…
Fading…..
And I am to blame

I left you in the dirt that day
How can I stand by your bed?

I am a fragment of stone that was broken
Oh, your mind..
Still alive in the trees
Washed away
My mind is distilled
Into the purest form of grief
Show me your face, my brother forgotten
Let me go
Let me recall
Six feet below…
Five decades away
You are gone but somehow I stay
Place upon me your blanket of soil

Dead branches above
A chasm beneath me
My regret fades to thoughts I can’t place

My mind aches to join you
Bring me rest