I left Barnes and Noble in tears
when the words swam through the in store speakers
through my ears,
into my skull
to my heart, and opened
the box in my soul labeled
Things I never told my dad before he left.
I was with him at the last bus stop
There in that cozy white room where
All that was left was to wait.
If I closed my eyes
I could imagine the sound of
An idling engine waiting
I could almost see
An impatient  agelict cabbie
Fussing over the meter.
I don’t know suzzane
Nor what plans put an end to her,
But I know what it means
To hide in the hulking fuselage
Of the dream you thought
Would fly you to where
you wanted to be.
And I know how it feels
When the veil is taken down
And you think of
all the times
You didn’t say
I love you.