Something is hanging

Over this trip.

A cloud, refusing to burst,

Letting out only a trickle at a time,

A few tears here and there

And casting a long shadow.

When the light finally shines through,

What will be left?

No matter how fast we drive or what we do

Decisions have been made,

Not verbalized, not spoken.

But when all is said and done

This family will be no more;

It will be broken.