I witnessed from afar
your drop off at the bar
dusty gravel
parking lot.
While your short father kicked dirt
your long hair mother in dress shirt
struggled
to buckle
your back seat
car seat.
Watching from inside
I couldn't hear your crys
three door slams later
I was sure
nothing was better.
I wonder how it all began
were they once friends
did they ever even hold hands
maybe a one night stand
or just a twisted demon
food source plan.
While life becomes evermore rare
will our lost
broken family ways
fade to the past
so that we might
find wholeness again
heaven at last.
Day Gun
