How will I know.

unanswer memories

as days go by,

 the memories never fade,

the poison spills on the dark wood floors,

 even the grain of the wood I remember,

 the crack on the door my father kicked an a drunken rage,

 her promise to end it all,

us children holding each other in a foggy fear

 and the scene slowly developing through,

through the crack small boy peeping of what’s to be his companion through his years

endless cold loveless nights.

no words of love spoken

 no kindness insight

just life slowly fading

on that night that change my life

Author's Note

from a five year old