A Father and His Son
Each the other's world entire.
One hidden campsite to the next
Through a waste of ash and fire
.
"You promised you'd never leave me."
A promise I'm dying to keep
Waking means to see his face
ripe with promise
beautiful even in sleep
.
Gaunt and angelic, refined
by hunger and fatigue,
Questions that mean
more than they ask.
.
Eyes that beg
to be shielded from the truth
wide with fear and denial
Make me a liar
.
Waking means to see his eyes
and a bloody cough neither can deny
that keeps us both awake
to see him tremble
knowing when next he wakes,
I will not.
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