The pitter-patter sounds from far,

Approaching my bench

Next to my car

 

Will power fails to motivate me

To turn and look

At the kids running  from the tree.

 

My head feels heavy and neck is stiff,

It is not really so.

Just lethargy, despair and uncalled-for grief

 

The pitter-patter is fast, excited and hasty,

Small bright eyes glance at me,

And lose interest in my blank stare, quickly.

 

They were light - light in weight and auras,

I feel like their nemesis

Dense – heavy with silence and secrets.