Father

Father where am I?

No soul found around me.

On the campfire no songs are heard.

 

I was here.

I lived here.

I loved….you.

 

The walls destroyed.

The wind blows trough.

The streets are empty.

 

No warmth left here to be won.

No mothers here playing with their son.

 

Only the mist.

The silence

The void.

 

This is the memory that sinks in.

The journey of mind that begins.

 

Emptiness.

Calm.

 

Nothing

Only the memory.

Father where am I?