When left alone

They didn’t know how
they were left alone,
just the two of them.
They’d successfully avoided
such a situation
for twenty long years.

The two of them now
staring into their beers
as if it was right there
that conversation would be found,
that answers would be found,
the rift would be healed.

But alas, no way out.
Father and son alone.
The former hiding in manly banter,
the latter too tired and resigned
to talk at all.
Which was worse?

They lived in separate worlds,
they spoke with different words.
The symbolic power of
this powerful union,
false expectations added to tension,
swelling their distance,

failure all the more palpable,
the gap between them more acute,
tumbleweeds blew by,
empty words on deaf ears,
awkward and sad hearts,
the most common of tragedies

First published on The Blue Hour:

http://thebluehourmagazine.com/2013/09/26/two-poems-by-jean-byrne/

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