The Park

I haven't written

About him

Since he told me

Not to write,

Because the things

I had said

Had already crossed

His mind.

I've kept him

To myself,

But, today, I 

Fell upon

A video 

Of him that

Was taken

By my son.

We're at the

Park, and he is

Standing, shoulders

High, and strong. 

The picture changes

Angles, but we

Catch him 

When he walks.

His feet are bare,

He walks toward

Me, his eyes, 

Looking away.

I can’t tell you why,

But I watch this

Every day.