Mother's and brother's cries
wash over
the hard wood
floor
like an unwelcomed guest
Father died.
I try to cry but I can't
miss someone I don't
know
We could
analyze
the situation
could have
found
other opinions-
but that isn't what I need right now
My reconstructions of the past will
bring both pleasant and sad
memories
my hidden memories
will reveal that I could have done everything
and nothing more.
