XXV.

He doesn't hear
That we are talking
About him

He doesn't care
If we walk
Right past

He doesn't feel
The loneliness
We all feel

But he knows
About the love, missing
Surrounding
And imprisoning

He stares
Out the blank window
Screaming for help
Silently, desperately

They don't know
That he can hear
That he feels
And that he cares

For he is;

The missing son
Never coming back

The empty space
Between our names

And the fleeding feelings
Seeping through my heart

And he stays
For he doesn't hear
He doesn't care
And no;
He doesn't feel