As I lie down on the grass..I go back to him..his thoughts..his face..his lips..his hands..his eyes…his..
All I can think of is him..even in this state of utter denial..I can’t stop..I have no choice
But to glance back..
To hope …that I see his small hand safe in mine
The way he used to run around
The way he used to smile
Pure innocence rippling through his face
But little did I know
All this was a dream..
The wind that passed by would take him away..and I would be left
Alone..gazing at the stars…
Wishing he would come back..
For me to hold..
I wish for him..I wish for my son.