I cannot think when your laughter was silenced. I cannot think when the boy in you died. The fire inside. Smoldered down to dirt and ash, breathed in and robbed away your hopes of brighter days, gave life to the skeleton lurking in wait. A tragic hero, shackled in his ways though he no longer wishes to remain. Digs himself deeper because he cannot escape. A prisoner of consequence and seduced by sufferance, yet he dreams to be free. Lives a life best he can through the reflection of another who mirrors what he longs but cannot have. A father to one who is lost and wanders much like he; he beckons her away so that she may be free
of the winter in which he slowly freezes.