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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