I feel (the things I don't say)

.Jason.

Hesitant, I stare forward, afraid to move.

But why hesitant, when I have nothing left to lose.

Is it her eyes, that soft cold glare,

Or is it the expected reaction, when she hears what she must hear?

We left that day, smiling , joking, anticipating fun.

I knew she loved me as much as him, her only son.

We had much in common, absent fathers and hard working mothers.

And neither of us seemed to ever fit in with others.

Just the wrong place and time, I blame my self.

I picked that place and he trusted my instincts more than anybody else.

I always had his back ,just as he did my own.

However I'm here hesitant , to tell his mother that he is on his way home.