Fatal Drug Overdose

Lying in your death mystery
You watch with closed eyes
My walk toward you

I am alone save for the ghosts of grief.
They take my hands and place them on your silenced lips
And you speak to me of the pricking of the spindle.

I anoint your spirit with my tears
And mourn the amputated loss of you.


( I was asked to write a lament for a father
Whose son had fatally overdosed)