Then I’m marching away from him, stomping back inside, away from cool evening air and the ellipse pool that reminded me of our stolen moments together,
With relief I find that Simon doesn’t follow as I hear no footsteps from behind me.
As I move back up the stairs, my stomp gradually reduces into a walk, red clearing from my vision,
My shoulders are slumped again when I get to the room that had my son in it,
Unbelief crowds into my head, realization dawning on me.
I push open the door, to see Ajax occupied with one of the numerous action figures on the shelves,
‘Let’s go home', his face falls, but he gets up, lifting toy Spiderman with him,
I walk in, picking up his bag, and hitching it on my shoulder then I hold his hand in mine,
‘Aren’t we going to say bye to dad', Ajax pauses and looks up at me as we walk out of the room,
‘I said bye to him already’, I pull at his hand and he follows nodding.
We walk down the stairs and my heart stops when I see Simon standing at the foo
