Brother

Promise me you’ll stay

Promise me you’ll try

You have left the past three times

Moms heart is breaking as they read your crimes

“Rehabilitation is better than walking the line”

You smurk and give her a hug

Twisting the blade until its snug

Until its deep in each one of us

Aching for you to stop

Grieving your self-created lot

You made it 3 months this time

I thought you had found that line

But now you are back on the streets

Hitting all your favorite types of sweets

Its that addiction you can never beat

The phone rings during dinner

Momma stands and hits the reciever

“Yes, yes thats him. Yes, I understand.”

Momma drops to the floor and refuses to stand

Her screams a one man band

You promised you would stay

You promised you would try

Now I hug your urn and pretend not to cry