Robert you have
you have so secretly
become the ghostly brother of mine
that i did not know i had.

In the picture i have
that mother gave to me
you lie in the bottom left corner
on a wooden bench
barely being able to consider
that a be lovable soul was once even there
by its faded colors it express

And sometimes when I try to recapture
at least one memory I might have of you,
there wistfully isn't a sign of a single memorization of you.
Making it more believable that the more you become less real
the more of a ghostly spirit you become in my heart and dreams.

Brother, oh where,
oh where could you be,
where could of life have taken you
far from me.