Again

by Cam M. Roberts

 

I am my dead father
I am my unborn son
I am the one burning

 

quietly in the evenings
sharing the same story
of humble ghosts

 

walking on
in solemn silence
my hand in my hand

 

each to his world
our sunken worlds
tethered by shadows

 

holding us in my arms
without tenderness
but tireless and firm

 

and sleep now
as under the moon
we are together bound

 

 

© CMR, 2018
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