I walk down a cold clouded
winter street. Pure silence.
Not a single house light
is on. Except One.
"Who could be up at
such an hour?" I slowly approach.

I peak inside and the house
is empty. Completely empty.
But then i see a man
sitting in a recliner, the only thing left.
And here He sits and wonders
all night in the dark, dim light.
Where have i gone wrong?

The cold nips at my feet but
curiosity warms them up quickly.
I wait. Wait and watch.
Silently from darkness.
He pulls out a picture from
his chair and now i know.
It's a women, the tears slowly and surely
stream down his face. Heart in ruin.
The life they built, no more.. gone in a single day

I turn and walk away. Away from my home
Here i leave my father alone. In his misery
I let him sit.