The scars on these stones will never heal.
But some day
With enough wind,
It will become a foothold for life.
A new life.
You, my beautiful boy, are never coming home again.
I don’t drive this nail into rock with anguish
My sadness doesn’t plant it here.
The memory of you isn’t strong enough.
I drive it with a fury
At the thought of how many days
Lay before us.
I would erase those days and join you
But I know what you’d say. I know what you’d want.
To live my days and find happiness again.
And I couldn’t bear to face you not having done that.
So you’ll forgive me if
I hate you.
And use that hate to drive this nail into stone
And hopefully, the remove the nails
In my heart as well.