A glorious sun
Hangs above us

He sits at the table
And laughs like his father

Scribbles a letter
To tell him the joke

Not wanting him to miss anything

I pretend not to notice
But the world keeps spinning

And I see you hanging on
Like I clung to the siding
Of your backyard pool

Terrified of the middle

Not living up to the beginning
This cannot be the end

It just feels like it is