Loosing You

I often search inside people and try to identify with their pain, I've looked at homeless, wanderers, at several broken hearted; but the person who I think is the closest to feel what I feel is the father who has lost touch with his son.

He constantly carries the itch to call or visit, but knows that doing so will only cause more pain. So he stands on the window, gazing aimlessly outside, thinking only to go back in time, to have done things diferently. Frustrated with his impotence to change the course of his actions and constantly regreting the outcome of his life, he searches for a reason to stand... but there is no point, the pain has chewed the last bit of muscle in his heart.

I, like the lonesome father, only see darkness within my soul.