My father has left the building

No way back from this fine mess
Expecting answers for weeks and months
The one who all the problems solved
Had now become the source

Competitive weeping in family circles
Photo albums everywhere
Sickly stench of lilies and lilacs
Thickening the desperate air

An ocean of tears not fit for swimming
But drowning in a sea of guilt
Recollections of misdemeanours
And all that would be left unsaid