Evidently How I Feel - 9-8-08 Poem by roman radman

It rained the night before.
Father and son are walking slowly down the wet soggy pavement on a road that is better off alone. Father turn his head to the short left.
“Do you love me son? ” The father has been questioning this for some time now. Every night he walks down to the kitchen with plate filled with residue from the ham his wife made. Sits after he washes the dish and talks to himself. What happened to my life?
The son opened his eyes a little more than they already did. His mouth was dry even after the beer he had just drank alone. It was as if someone had taken a knife and carved around his lungs because when he opened his mouth to whisper his answer, nothing came out.
“No I do not” The son didn’t think twice about his heart-felt answer. He knew that he didn’t and he knew that he wouldn’t.
“Why not my son? ” You could hear the sound of his throat harden as he swallowed his sorrow.
At this point they were passing the area of which there was a bridge with no water underneath it. The cold breeze didn’t help the feeling that they both shared between their stomachs.
“You are not my Father.”
Old man fell to the ground on his knees. Son doesn’t top walking. His hands in his long coat, the hair with due settling as if his mother had just cried and wiped her tears on his head.
The father was left behind.