Father, remember the drives
Me on the passenger seat of your UNO
The old cassette

You were always this strong person
My giant
My one and only father
I have been frozen since your reluctant departure
Ricocheting between numbness and screaming despair
not far enough on either trenches
For fear it will all collapse

I imagine you here, still
You took the sound with you
All's left but sound and warmth
Burying my head in my hands
in shame, is all I can do

Father, remember the warm December nights
Our lungs filled with music
before yours filled with water
father, you may rest now
You said you still have a dream
I will fulfil your dream
As a shrine to your lungs
That must now sing forever
In the garden of good-byes.