Fade

Did some hard-core revising all weekend...most of my poems have changed. This one seemed to be the favorite of a few of my classmates, it was the baby of one of my other poems, about an old friend (true story with quite a bit of fiction added in :D) Here it is, hope you like!

Fade

Curls, a snarled knot of sleep, and
shaky hands smoothing the tangles as
I watch from the frame of your bedroom.
Fading blaze of the stars and a
breath of frost as
hushed gruff voices order you to pack.
Drawers groaning, zippers and velcro,
my low moans.
Your boyish back,
swaddled in a white t-shirt, a hole at
the collar.
Badges gleaming from pockets,
I had no choice.
Ziploc bags from my kitchen,
white powder.
Stooped shoulders and you turn around,
their hands on your elbows.
Steps, the muffled heartbeat of
bare feet on carpet.
Your head down, I reach to
loosen a tangle you forgot;
my tears hit your hair.
Fingers beneath your chin, I
lift to see your pale eyes,
my pale eyes.
Sneering teeth rear back and
spit in my face.
Shrinking, cringing, as they
heave you into the night.
Red and blue cascade on the walls and
then black.
My son is gone.