You are bored and tired on a day that dazzles me. I am distracted, impatient on a day that calls you forth. My achievements are old news and you shrug. Your achievements are not the ones I wished for you.
The world is unfolding before you. The blinding light you brought here is dissipating far and wide and I blink – was that a dream? Did I stop it all for something? Did everything change for something?
So the painful, slow unpicking begins. I know it from before, as my dad became a separate thing, a man I like but do not need. The years as nodding strangers telescope ahead as the brief, blissful bubble of you and me as one collapses.
Let me hold you one more time. Let us feel each other’s heartbeat one more time. Let this be what we mean when we shake hands as men, when I pass the phone to your mother, when you drop off the kids and go. Let us have a speechless moment when we remember what was,