Highgate, Wearing Smiles With Mouths Shut...

I've seen a silence upon the face of a man, a man surrounded by a colourless cluster in a field of stone. A man with two straight narrow tears pulling their way down his flattened cheeks, a father of two who had not reached the height of his waist - his clean hands held; one to the right and one to the left. The volume of this arrangement, paused, a pain to the eyes, lingering soundless period muddled with an inability to understand why this is not a play time. A muted knell without saying goodbye, never to be seen again, parted a gift of a feeling that'll never shake and a wish to turn around to start again.