I don’t know what

or how

there is no clarity in grief

he’s gone is all I can get out

before my fingers fail

The rest is a morass

of sorrow

of confusion

of this can’t be!


one unheard message

friday twelve forty three pm

Good afternoon, Mr. B.  This is DS.  I’m calling to advise you that the court has ordered T to return to his biological parents’ care.  I need to make arrangements to pick him up and transport him there.  I need to speak with you about his belongings.

he’s gone

i don’t know what

or how