Defeated

In his voice
Defeat is thick
Sadness is raw
Choosing words
Doesn't matter
It is what it is.

Mother's love
Falls at his feet
He turns around
She follows
Don't go, she begs
Don't give in.

He walks faster
She runs
He falls
She reaches for him
He slips away
She screams.

On the edge
She cries
With empty arms
Falling, she prays
Together.