Run into the fire

Run into the fire, run into the pain, run into the fire, all in vain.

After that night, making things right is incredibly difficult because I feel the pain and I can’t save them. My heart is broken, and I dream of them every moment. In every moment, they’re laughing and giggling, still stuck in my mind. My heart, my heart, my soul—I feel so out of control, lost, but I want to be found. My soul is hurting.

Junior’s little Legos, Odin’s little potatoes, Draco’s little dinosaurs, and Phoenix with his Paw Patrols. All I can do is dream of you in this moment. In this moment, you’re still here, I can see you bright and clear, boy. I miss you. Can’t you see that I will run to catch you?

Run into the fire, running into the pain, running into the fire. All of it in vain can’t save them. All I can do is try, but I’ve been pushed away now, and I must cry.

In the things I see, all I know is that I don’t care. My boys aren’t here with me anymore. I wish they were so I could play them a horn, rip a guitar, or smack some drums. Make them happy with some songs of love in my dreams. They’re still the same; they play along with their children’s games.