LOST

I can’t get him out of
my mind…is racing

all I can see is vile
vile anger grinding

my teeth, trembling
when I think of

my children in tears
and no explanation

we feel guilty
and innocent

a silent year, then
‘fuck off’.

Like a child
I can’t understand -

not knowing why
is a hard lump

my throat’s
choking back tears

impossible to speak
without screaming

kill him dead
KILL…

But no…
too expensive;

he must live
with his loss.