Just a poem about my dad

Eyes so small,

but fast,

quick to glisten, glimmer

or roll

Now dazed and muddied and opaque and opiated

Now slow and dodging, their setting old, old never to return

 

That old smirk now bears no confidence

Swift mind’s outpourings of product now bereft of action

Man stronger than I now too weak to stand

or sit

All those memories now only held by one

If that

I try to speak but find no answer

This the time I’d thought for farewell and confessions,

Long foreseen end now here too soon

Take us by surprise

One last one

Dying for years and dead in a day

I longed for answer, a look of recognition, a last love you or even insult. But

you were already gone.

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