Bad news
I knew
He didn’t
Dr’s recommendation
Two words
No contact
Concussion risk
It means
No football
He’s done
He hears
Dream destroyed
He hears
Life over
To me
Thin dream
Thinking small
To him
The world
His future
Fame, fortune
Making it
Being somebody
Now quiet
So quiet
Too quiet
No words
For hours
Two hours
Now five
And counting
Thick silence
Tense silence
I brace
For explosion
For running
Fight flight
Old friends
Only silence
No anger
No blame
Only this
His face
Empty. Still.
His eyes
Vacant. Cold.
I wait
I know
This waiting
I know
This silence
I wonder
How long
I remember
One week
Without words
Endless week
I break
Always do
Two words
I’m sorry
Two words
Shut up!
Don’t even!
Go away!
For now
He’s home
Nothing’s broken
Nobody hurt
I wait
I’m silent
I know
This waiting.
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