My Parents Saw My Son And Knew

on, keys biting my palm.

Dad looked at me.

There wasn’t a speech in his face. There wasn’t enough room for one.

Just ruin. Just the plain old human kind.

“I can’t fix ten years,” he said.

“No.”

“I should’ve listened.”

“Yes.”

He nodded. Took that like he should.

Outside, the rain had started again. Soft at first. Then harder against the windows. The brass clock continue reading …