Final Drift

Boatloads of memories throb
inside my head whenever
I pass Lakewood.

A year and a half of torment.

Trying to forgive your demise.
Trying to excuse my absence.
Trying to release you of further burden.

“Are you going to be alright?” you asked.
“Yes, I’ll be alright…”

Your last face
is burned into me,
so pure of heart - so resolved,
your eyes begged me to let you go.

I love that face.

I could drift with that face
for hours,
lost in its love for me,
trapped by its eternal bond -
father and son.

It really never ends,
does it?