Ode

Words were not necessary
for his silence
already said so much...
My arms constantly breached
his invisible wall
and any smile that I caught
was a just reward...
The sound of a thousand yo-yos
whirring in unison
can be heard in the midst of
our chaotic wails...
Our faces full of unanswered questions
we shield our sorrows
in the numerous clouds of cigarette smoke
in the clanking of empty beer bottles...
we resign
we salute the Dawn
middle finger fully extended
And so...we throw this chair
high up in the air
watching it jostle and toss in the wind...
and I whisper a sweet song for the fairies
asking them to find you
so they can help guide your darkened soul
to the Light of the Grace....