I’d only been seconds,
But my son’s brow beat
Years.
I’d nearly cry come one –
Memory, “good-bye,”
Another memory –
Abandon and face never
Remembered, only buried,
My father’s back
That very day he’d left.
I’d only been seconds,
And my son smiled
The dividend away;
Tomorrow’d be there,
The mirror would be too
And what I’d actually seen
Was my reflection, the one,
He’d never know.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 2:25 PM UTC
I’d only been seconds,
But my son’s brow beat
Years.
I’d nearly cry come one –
Memory, “good-bye,”
Another memory –
Abandon and face never
Remembered, only buried,
My father’s back
That very day he’d left.
I’d only been seconds,
And my son smiled
The dividend away;
Tomorrow’d be there,
The mirror would be too
And what I’d actually seen
Was my reflection, the one,
He’d never know.
My son thought I wouldn't come back; my father never did.
