it's not an akward
silence
it's just so quiet
and the whimpering
is here and there
and I'm in the back
woundering if tears
should fall from my
eyes and I watch
my father
walk with a limp
in his soul
and his head cast down
and his pain feels me
with sorrow
and I just want to hug him
and tell him
that this isn't real
and that we aren't
really here
because I can't bear to
see him in pain
and being here
I feel like I am watching from
the outside
seeing what is life