drawn back to my old house
where her plaintive cry i could hear
so wept my heart, Ben's mom was home.
circling the block again. again
my house but no longer my home
OUR child whom we had loved in common
my mind, unseated, did roam.
I drove back and stood I
at the threshold of my door.
where I had kissed his stubbly cheeks
funny what we remember when we remember,
ben, ben, ... i wept
we spoke together just hours ago, but ...
you died in silence.
i am already lonely for you, forever.