mother dearest

He came back on this day,
  In a heap of sorrow and dread,
To find nothing but structure crumbling away
  And a body laid perfectly still.

His words were raucously screamed
  In the back of his muddled brain
But were never, in that time, uncaged or released,
  So he collapsed to the ground in a wrath.

He placed his bloodied cheek on her chest,
  On the one whom he used to call "Mom"
And breathed in her marvelous scent, reimbursed
  As a movie played back in his mind.

And he let the tears fall again,
  Down, down, down, until they dried up.
He cried no more, but instead, in the end,
  Let cold dismay take him away.

He came back all this way,
  In a heap of sorrow and dread,
To find nothing but liveliness shattered astray
  And a body laid perfectly still.