He looked back, with eyes searching.
He saw me. He smiled.
He saw his Dad. He smiled.
He searched the family, looking for one person.
He can’t find them, they are not there.
He waits his turn, throws the ball.
Searches as he walks back.
The eyes start to fall.
The shoulders start to sink.
The game begins, and it goes down fast.
His heart is not in it.
His mind is not in it.
He hurts and I can’t fix it.