Him, Me, I

When he sits, he gets lost in his mind. His mind wonders in an instant. Wonders to that place of hurt and void, That place of nothingness. He feels complete happiness slips slowly away from him. Slowly from his clutches never to be held again? Never to be caressed in the palm of his hands Never to be enjoyed again? His thoughts are shared but with no satisfaction No satisfaction, for there is no response. No response to his words. No response to his cry. No response to fill the void, No response to mend the shattered pieces. No response to mend the broken. Mother.