On - A Sanders Sides Story

On,

He wanted a shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold,
But what was left of his home was grey and cold.
His father couldn't do a thing, gone from the world,
He could not, could not be reached.

Virgil took over cooking, cleaning.
It felt like he was raising himself on his own.
Amidst it all, Janus left him entirely, utterly, alone.
Virgil could not, could not forgive him.

He spent the days out back, at a park, sitting on the tallest slide
With the boy from elementary along at his side.
There, up high, he could escape his heaviest thoughts.
'Cause they could not, could not climb.

They spent late nights huddled under a blanket of stars
No father to stop them from being out too long
Even years after the boy was gone,
Virgil could not, could not move on.

When his father started coming back, Virgil refused to take him.
And Janus said he wouldn't make him.
When the emptiness in Janus' eyes reminded him of all he'd lost,
Virgil could not, could not stay.

When he left, he took very little in only one small bag.
Clothes and some money and an old picture of when his family was whole.
He didn't know where to go, but Virgil did know
He could not, could not look back.