It’s been nine months since my father died. 30 days spent bed side Attentive and witness to the process
Raining on the day he passed Grey and appropriate.
I didn’t know him very well The way one wishes to
Growing up, a check in the mail An awkward holiday meeting Family seen once every few years Forced acquaintance
But, that’s not how I wish it were.
Stories of wars fought Shot down planes Old loves Sage advice Comfort in the notion of family All absent in my childhood
I was 17 when I graduated Asking you to drive from Boston An attempt at a shared experience
But, I sent you home without seeing it.
This is the day it turns around Diner conversations Coating the table in emotions Truths of how I felt about you and a need to move on Teetering on the precipice of adulthood
There we were A clean slate and a chance to begin again.
For twelve years we tried Honest attempts to find out about each other Learning similarities along the way New coats of paint on old doors Slowly opening as if not to wake anyone.
In the end, I was there A shared struggle Trust in a sense of family Morphine bags and remote controls Skin and bones Grey eyes and silence.