cold dark space

Do you show us your power by showing us this pain?
Is this supposed to be the way?
I will search for the other way.
Little boys are not supposed to go.

There is more to be gained by keeping him here.
Look at his beauty and his pupils
As they stare in wide eyed wonder
Smiling, thanking, crying, holding…

This is his home. He is the one.
The one to bring us hope, fulfillment,
To drive us to want and be more
To be better souls

What good can come of this, with our teacher gone?
To bathe ourselves in bitterness and misery…
To repeat, “If only..”Little boys are not supposed to go.