To Prick The Festering Boil

A Million Miles

A Million Miles
the therapist said
can you accept that he’s gone

but he’s just across town I said

what if you never see him again

but he’s only thirty minutes away

you said yourself
it feels like a million miles

but he’s part of me
I raised him for his first five years
we were inseparable
an incredible bond

trauma can dismantle lives
steal identities
alter brains and minds

it’s like he was kidnapped
and came back as somebody else
and he didn’t have a choice

it’s a tragedy
you can’t help him
you can’t hug him
or look him in the eyes
and tell him how much you love him
it’s an enormous loss

I feel helpless

you don’t ever have to stop loving him

I never will
he deserves peace and happiness
with or without me in his life
but it’s so hard not to know him

you’re grieving the loss of a child
of hopes and dreams
for him and you and your family
an intimate human connection severed

it’s not fair

no it’s not fair

it’s as if he really died

yeah it is

except he’s alive I said

yeah the therapist said

—DL Madsen