1% for 5 years

I know how it will go down

I know what I will say

I know how she will react

But I still must say it

I have to

“I’m praying for you.”

“As long as you don’t pray

For me to get better”

“Don’t worry. I’m not”

“What?”

“Instead, I’m praying that

I will stop

Being angry at you”

“Why would you be angry?”

“You chose. You chose this.

I’ve watched you slowly kill yourself

My whole life

My brother’s son won’t know you

He deserves to know you

And you, him.

My future child will not know you

That child deserves to know you

And you, the child.

As I long for an uncle I’ve never met,

Our children will long for you

I’m angry because you are making

Your mother lose another child

But most of all,

I’m praying that

You will remember the God of your youth”

“It’s the same god.”

“No, it isn’t.

Your god wants you to be love

And to transcend to a higher plane

My God IS love

And descended to our lowness

Because He loves me

And you

Remember Him. Please.

He remembers you.”

I know how it will go down

I know what I will say

I know how she will react

But I still must say it

Mustn't I?