The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
                                                          -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
There is a hidden world-
a closed Facebook group
for grieving fathers.

For some reason it helps that
the sharp ache that I am experiencing,
is shared by thousands more.

School, 6:30 in the morning
the custodian approaches me-
I lost my son five years ago,
it gets better.

How is it possible,
an invisible society,
moving through life
with all this pain?

I pass by a woman
who lost her daughter
last year. A wan smile,
and she embraces me.

A secret society,
wearing masks
to disguise the fact
that we are desperately trying
to simply- live.