The words my father said
on that ninth of April
Repent
You’ve been faking it, son.
The dogs playing at my feet
As my world crumbles around them.
The look in my mama’s eyes
as I reached out for comfort
Broken
Defeated in my arms.
The dogs playing at my feet
As my world crumbles around them.
No matter how hard I try
These are the things that stay
The shame
my parents felt that day.
And dogs playing at my feet
As my world crumbled around them.
