Sorry that I did not say,
that I loved you since the day
I saw you in a haze of sun
bright and beautiful, full of fun.
Sorry that I did not help,
when his death had you crying with hiccups and yelps
maybe then I would not have found
you bleeding on the floor, not making a sound.
But you know, I should admit
I always knew you did not quit
loving that forsaken brat;
Adam, now buried near our flat.
And as we go to the hospital bed
I wonder if you would have led
a better life if I had confessed
that I arranged your lover's; my brother's death.
Editor: Anubhi Srivastava