There is a place of sadness and shadows in my heart, in my soul.
When I look into it, it feels cramped and dank.
There are forgotten things scattered on the floor, things lost and mourned.
Though cramped, this place seems infinite, accepting everything thrown into it.
There’s a one way door, with a window.
I observe what’s in there, but I can’t get things back.
Into this place spills my unheard “I love you, Nate”.
My heart bursts with this phrase, unable to give it to my son.
With him gone, my un-shown love is pulled into the shadows, lost on the floor.
And my heart goes on filling with my love for my son.
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