There has been a death in the family-
But no services are to be held.
Mom and dad don’t know how to address the elephant in the room.
They stare out into the depths of despair for hours on end;
Trying to pinpoint what went wrong; when things took a turn.
Why didn’t we do anything?
Why didn’t we know?
The daily newspaper will leave an obligatory blank space where an obituary would have been.
Evidently, no words can give their condolences to the elephant.
Remarkably, dad can make eye contact again.
Mom continues to make light of the situation- but she wears black.
Perhaps that smile is her struggling guise.
A concealer for regrets and denial.
Pictures of Innocence taken down out of devastation.
That little girl that once was, is no longer.
There is an air of uncertainty lurking in the crevices,
Numbing pain while the R word awaits trial for its sins.
Walking on eggshells in the meantime.
Waiting on justice.