The Death of a Parent

Some things lost are never found

I have inquired why on the occasion

[that I looked deep into the catacombs of the soul]

when you stopped for someone else

but all I have found is a blank stare

[the one you might give an insolent child]

so who knows what you might think

[am I just the idiot son who asks for too much]

do I make you embarrassed too

deep in the catacombs of your soul

what did you lose to the dark?