Witness to grieve

I was a witness of loss and pain
In silence they encountered their grieve
Like clouds ready to burst into rain
Their second born passed and scattered beliefs

He wanted to talk about the scar
She did not move her lips
He found refugee in a local bar
She squeezed her heart and let it drip

I am the son born after their loss
Growing up, seeing smiles while sensing distance
Slept under a roof with a broken cross
Forcing me to think about the definition of romance

I was a witness to 15 years of torment
An artificial way of staying together
One day I believed in grace again…
They divorced, it was for the better

poem by Stevie Hogendoorn
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