Land where you linger. Parks, shops, our home, where we once slept. You’re no longer here.

Left to rest back there. In the room where our son came. I can not move on.

Cries in an empty room No one answers the weeping. I feel too alone.

Sharp tones and frayed nerves. I lash out at them in pain. She withdraws confused.

Sat apart ignored. Too much said without a word. Tension grows in quiet.

Panting. Hunted. Its gaining. Fear. A blaring alarm. Covered in blankets. Warm. Light peaking through curtains. Onto their skin. Peace.