The Night Carmichael Died

I turn my back
To have a heart attack
And in the privacy of my sadness
I cry the driest tears a man can cry
I often wonder what really happened
The Night Carmichael Died:
“What a night it really was,
Yes, indeed.”
The Paper Lace on my veiled face
That of the thin mask of child wanting a love he could not get,
Knowing it best to give it all away, anyway…
Then one day,
Danny Padilla tells me to tell my mother I love her
Just to stop the anger.
It stopped. It worked. That day.
Why was she so angry?
How did hate come back to berate
Her life’s purpose,
Her very existence?

July 12, 2011 – Yokosuka Line, nearing Yokohama