I admit, even with a map
I couldn’t see the elephant in the room,
I tripped over the route of our demise
that lead from hairline creak
to ruinous canyon
where shattered I was swept
under the silence that ensued.
You sealed the remains of reconciliation in stone
made certain all the burnt bridges had fallen;
yet with your natural fractured smile
I am shown the edge of family life
when need and necessity come calling.
© D. Archer. October 2012