I don’t remember crying,

Apart from the tear stains on my jeans.

I remember feeling empty,

As my heart unravelled at the seams.

Sitting on the stairs I watched.

Small. Invisible. Numb.

My mother cried in my father’s arms,

“They’re taking away my son!”

I watched the coffin leave the house,

That no longer felt like home.

Who knew so many hearts could break at once

When a family loses one.