and if this is sorrow let it bleed the page br let it seep through the floorboards br let it rock the foundation of nothingness that it took 30 years to build br & seventeen seconds to demolish. let it be more than the screaming cries of a four year old boy who happened to depend on you, as is often the case with children and their fathers. br let it happen to be br a long time ago br in unfurnished student housing br where we broke the bed with our lust br and our love and the desire of the possessed. br now watch me wait until she dies br for me to do that then would be apropos br i have to wait but not that long br not another time this lengthy br and then i too can be gone br and if he wants to stand at the screen door br and scream for me, br so fucking be it.