From where I stand I can see our kitchen table,
Draped in a bright Christmas gown,
Laying on top a candle lit,
Swaying in the breeze of our quite breaths,
Accompanied by a family so misconstrued

You once had shown your pride in us all,
When we were childish and only small,
And now we only sit in the quite,
Consuming us, an abyssal silence

The power was taken by a thunderous flash
The fire crackled as Mom lit the match
Reaching down for a piece that may not fit
The puzzle begins to take its real shape

I know you are thinking of what to say,
To re-establish our missed connection,
In your ever blue, lucid eyes a memory stained,
Pained with a un-ability to communicate with any son

I watch as I cast out upon an eerie lake,
My hook breaks through followed by the lead weight,
As the two ripples break the reflective surface,
I notice the start of their convergence,
To my surprise I witnessed something uniquely new,
As both circular waves passed right through,
Unharmed and continuously fading,
Returning to a face I barely knew

If I only could help change the circumstance,
As though they unrelentingly fed off all us too,
But it’s only a wish I hope I ever could,
I take blame and fully understand,
This pain you feel that is so ever strong.