he said a friend is missing.
unknown,
due to drinking.
i know this.
he knows this.
his father.
my former.
but,
we are different.
i was not formed by him.
he was not a parent to him.
and here we stand.
across the room,
in distance,
feeling hollow and whole.
knowing nothing can be done.
or said.
so i say,
sorry.
he plays with a key
twirling it on his finger
swish. swish. swish.
swallows.
looks through me.
and says,
why?
-- jessica c. lindley
0 comments:
Post a Comment