Untidy Souls

 my father and I went on an adventure, trying to someone he once loved,
someone from his past.
we looked from house to house on the sea,
trying to find that familiar yellow,
just to discover that it had been swept away years ago.
just to discover a decrepit, dieing place.
All that would remain was a quiet memory.
And in that dull void of nothingness that followed,
after all the anticipation of finding his brother,
the wind whipped my hair,
I stared into my father's eyes,
and I swear I could hear the emptiness in his heart.