Oh Father

I saw your soul crumble

the untamed force

of pain

Each room in the house holds memories

ripping open the already wounded

her " I miss you" phone calls

pierces your heart

trying to find something of substance in her words

the gravity of past pulling her deeper into the darkness

to the place where she left us all

How can I help make you whole again

picking up the shattered pieces of your life

that sacred place is your own

and you hold the red stained pieces

holding them in your palm carefully

as fragile treasures of the past

desperately trying to make it as it once was

The lingering scent of her perfume

stings his nostrils

I cannot comprehend the love of forty years gone

The image of her burns in your dreams

going beyond reason in your mind

begging her to come home

How do I help you breathe

and I have not the heart to tell you

she will never come.

~Almighty Heidi