Are you hurt, son?
Are you hurt, son?
Where have you gone?
The ashes of our last talk
have long stopped smoldering
Are you strong, son?
Only you
can answer that
Just know
When I thought I was
at my strongest
I was
actually
at my weakest
Are you there,
son?
I hear the echoes
of your distant responses
Mere reverberations in my mind
until I find myself again

