I’m told he’s been laid to rest
though I know in my heart
he’d rather be up playing
on his tablet. I sit in the stillness
of his darkened bedroom
and stare at his trucks, trains,
and threadbare teddy bear.
The silence, an eerie calm
is deafening. I seek the serenity
of the noisy streets of downtown,
the sirens, the roaring engines,
the guns firing, the screams.