A Bend In the Road

Whispers in the breeze, frozen stiff around a bend- life came to an end. If just there was enough, if just. The quiet still of the dead, coagulated blood on your head... You sped away to get away... farther than you ever meant. Now a little face dwells pensive confused. Heavy chin resting on his fist, weary eyes covered wet with woe. In the late October breeze he tries to catch a whisper of his dad... calling him to sleep, for one last time again. Life long they will pass your final act. A dent in the old oak tree, where in a flash- they lost everything. My heart it weeps. It could be you or me.