Another long trip, another short weekend, that's life on
the pike. Two days, two of fourteen, then back to loneliness, a father without children.
It's hard to be alone, without your children - alone. It's a very special loneliness, one
that drains your strength and weakens your spirit.
They're gone now, back to the other end of the pike, put
away their things, in the drawers, in their bedrooms. Rooms of empty beds, rooms of full
drawers. I put them away, away in drawers. I put my babies back in drawers for twelve more
days, then I take them out for another weekend. Another long trip, another short weekend,
life on the pike.
LCK © May, 2000