I look at my hands and they are shaking. My breathe is shuttering. My words are stuttering. My ease has been stirred with a blender. Now I feel eager when I’m with you.
“Hey dad what are you doing up?” “I don’t feel good mijo.” ~ “What’s wrong?” “I just feel like this because of my sickness.” “Hold my hand mijo.” ~ “This is how I want to pass.” “In a dark room with someone holding my hand.” ~ “It’s going to be okay daddy” “You’ll live forever and ever.” “I love you.” ~
“Where’s this draft coming from?” “When did it get there?” ~ “It got there when you left me.” “My temple shifted with the earth.” ~ “Now I walk forever in limbo” ~
“It used to be us.” “Yeah but it’s just me now.” ~ “Why.” “Because you walked out, when I wouldn’t have.” ~ “That’s not fair!” “You’re right. I was at a disadvantage.” ~ “You knew all along, yet you did what you did.”
“Oh, hey! I didn’t see you standing there?” “That’s a lie. You looked right at me..” ~ “Hey. You haven’t been talking to me?” “Hey, I’m just checking up on you.” ~ Check all you want... I won’t be there anymore.