Sunday, December 9, 2018

Twice Over

I missed him,
and him, too,


five years felt like a long time,
there were markers we didn’t hit,

things we should have done,
but couldn’t,

and I kept thinking I could see time,
like it was tangible,
something I could knock around a bit,

but I couldn’t

and today I missed them both,
and the slanted ceilings,
the ghostwriting,
the brothers fathers kind of love,
the footsteps up and down,

88 or so—

I just missed them—

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