An Incomplete Thought

A quiet thud echoes 

from my childhood, now forgot

ringing in my ears, 

of time that I had lost.

That thud became a sound 

resonant and clear 

My day would light up

when I knew you were here. 

A distance had grown

between the two of us

My father, your son, 

had broken our trust.

The last time I saw you, 

there were tears in your eyes, 

I was scared, I was terried 

of what had become of our lives.

I didn't see you at the end, 

I curse myself 

You asked for me, 

and now I am helpless.

I have not mourned, 

I cannot on my own

So I await a companion 

To survive alone.