“You've been awfully quiet today”
My father said
“I just have a lot to do”
I replied
“You can go home”
He told me
And I
Almost broke down
In that moment
As I had already done
And as I knew you were doing
Elsewhere
But I simply said
“Okay”
Too afraid to tell him;
Too much
Still looking forward
To a lake side in September-
Or maybe not yet
Understanding
What I had done-
But regardless
Too... something
To tell him
Who might not be coming
To that lake side
In September
Anymore

(“See you Monday”
“See you Monday”
I wish I could still
Say things
Like
"See you Monday")