I heard you today. Your silence spoke so much. Your one word answers. Your tone flat and desperately unemotional. I heard you today.
I saw you today. Your face twisting in frustration as your hands constantly rubbed your eyes and face. Your body slumped in feigned disdain. That little whisp of peach fuzz above your lip that has darkened like your mind. I saw you today.
I felt your anger, pain, and void today. Deep in my heart. I felt your questions, your unknown future. I felt your hopeless mind-numbing circle of survival. I felt lost today.
I tasted the tears that you do not cry. The tears you may not have.
I don’t know you today. I know you are my son but I don’t know who you are. I know I love you but I don’t know what that means to you. I don’t know if you can love or will love. I don’t know if you will love or not. You could fill an ocean of tears with what I don’t know.
I am still here.