I was young when I first heard that sound
The sound that comes from a human’s soul when they lose someone close to them
At first I didn’t know why my mom was screaming because as the young child I was,
I didn’t understand that my father had just died
In fact, I remember a few days after his death, running up to his office door and knocking, wondering when he was gonna finally let me in so I could see him
I was knocking, and knocking, and knocking
And knocking
It was to no avail.
He never opened the door.
He never came back.