Dead

to see you grieve for you son in wordless screams makes my heart quiver my hands sweat your hair has gone white your words slow and soft no sparkle in your smile or eye but how could there be and yet I am so proud that you allow yourself to be lost in sorrow drowning gagging suffocating at this loss no amount of time will heal here I will hold you when you let me I am your friend you are still a father, even if he is dead and I will hold you when you let me.