I stand on the edge of a pit of great darkness
And I am holding my son’s body
Clasped to my chest.
His beating heart informs my being.

I stand on the edge of a pit of great darkness
And I am holding my son’s body
Clasped to my chest.
His absent heart-beat infuses my being.

I am standing on the edge of a pit of great darkness
And I am holding my son’s soul
Clasped to my chest.
The beating of my heart is merely an echo.

I am standing on the edge of a pit of great darkness
And I am holding my son’s memory
Clasped to my chest.
I feel everything and nothing.

I am standing on the edge of a pit of great darkness
And I am losing hold of my son.
My tears fill the pit of great darkness covering my chest
And I am drowning, I am drowning….