2014-10-07

pecan tree

Destroying the tomb of memories from your life.
In the room full of family, but couldn’t find one. 
In the hallways lit up brightly, but couldn’t find myself. 
I laid drunk on the concrete on the day of your birth in celebration of all you were worth.


I am my father’s son.
I am no one.
I cannot love.
It’s in my blood.