Delusion - version 3
Posted: 16 Mar 2014, 23:39
He cried for two nights
His dad told me down the line.
When he came on
voice impersonal, distant, trying
to be brave
I wanted to wipe his tears, gently,
as I do when he stays the week,
knowing not to say much
'Grandpa told me!' he had told his dad
his voice a quaver
'and I didn't believe him
and now I know!'
It hurts, unsaid. The bottom fell
out of his box.
Long silence.
The fables of men.
No star will ever shine so bright.
Pine needles smell so well
Wrapping paper rustle so loud
His dad told me down the line.
When he came on
voice impersonal, distant, trying
to be brave
I wanted to wipe his tears, gently,
as I do when he stays the week,
knowing not to say much
'Grandpa told me!' he had told his dad
his voice a quaver
'and I didn't believe him
and now I know!'
It hurts, unsaid. The bottom fell
out of his box.
Long silence.
The fables of men.
No star will ever shine so bright.
Pine needles smell so well
Wrapping paper rustle so loud