A young widowed father opening up about living with loss
His hibernation is broken,
Awoken by this night to remember.
Sulphur fills his wintry lungs,
Memories ignited by explosions in the sky.
His senses stirred without words spoken.
A dark night beckons as the heavens’ fires fade.
He can smell it coming,
He can hear its sound,
The cold night wind whispers, ‘It’s nearly time’.
His senses erupt like explosions in the sky.