Only a moment ago stood a father Keys in his hands to a truck that lost its driver To a bad decision and a bottle of beer Sitting in a dark room is a bed That will no longer hold a body
Down the hall a mother breaks Feeling the loss of a last breath As if it were her own punctured lungs Hitting the steering wheel As water floods the engine
Two men stand at her doorstep One refusing to look her in the eyes The other apologizing for his words That should never be said For the labeling of childless parents
Before this moment a boy sat Posed as a man on the edge of a bar stool Consuming his death wish through his lips An apology engraved in the fold of his throat Giving an approximation to his silence