Undared

I did as I was told,
I did what was right.
But truth never gets old,
ah, how I miss his light!

It is odd, the silence of Heaven,
the absence of his laughter...
Would I ever be forgiven
for a heart that regrets slaughter?

I wonder if the fight was even,
if I did the best for father and son -
the sweetest fruit in the garden of Eden
was his desire to run, run, run...

24/02/2018