saturated
in hurt
a tear staind
hankerchief
sat inside the
pocket of an old
man watching his
son pass him by
in the same
waiting room
she looked down
at her lap where
the picture of the two
of them on his birthday sat
her tears fell as she
remembers the fight they
had before that picture
was taken
“god damnit, i want to
fight tonight”, she said
she hoped he wanted to fight
tonight as well.
and he layed there on
the gurnee
silence filled the air
every breath gold
his mom held his hand
caressed her little
boys arm, making
the pain all right
“your being so strong,
we’re so proud of you, baby”
raining outside, little pellets
of rain stain the window
as the nurse shuts the shades
