Pushing against these four walls.
Screaming. Screaming. screaming.
In my head.
And then. Then. Why not?
Laughter outside the windows…
Music permeating the walls -
Boys night. 3am.
Beer bottles. High fives. Chuck Taylors and red t-shirts.
Boys night with no boys. Only men.
Men. Boys. Boys. Men. Men with thinning hair. Big ears. Fat thumbs.
Shattered dreams and wandering eyes.
I watch, squinting, between closed blinds. Dark room. Sleeping family.
Hooray for boys! Men. Boys.
I wonder about the conversation. What they are laughing about?
High fives. Red t-shirts.
His son, dead…
Not in on the joke.