Bones …for John. I’m sorry dad.

he stands in the gap between the

frozen birch trees

he looks back, hair in his eye

I catch a glimmer maybe

his glasses are gone

his jeans are still faded

I think of my frozen fee on

the icy ground

in this frost where I

don’t belong

he would’ve spoken

but I guess you can’t say

anything in Limbo

I am pale and small here

I slip away, back, and he moves

forward

to the dark crevice

between the wide white bones

of the woods

it was all so quick

I forgot to smile back

so say I love you

to say goodbye

it was too late

thoughts echo in this space

gives them room to be heard

Thoughts:

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