Jason

sorrowfully he stands,

outside.

watching,

wishing,

wanting,

waiting

with a patience,

uncharacteristic of his seven years.

 

He waits for his friends,

two little boys;

who once lived there,

in the now childless house.

 

H does not understand

why his friends do not come home.

He does not understand why

anyone would hit and kill his friends,

who were walking back to the car

with their Mama.

He does not understand.

 

And neither do I.

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

deeply touching scene you paint here~ thoughtful and memorable~

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. moving beyond measure ... we're so surrounded by violence ... and how we wait for it to end ... an unforgettable read ...