For My Father, Five Years Dead
I said I love you as I left that day.
You didn't hear me say it, I suspect.
I'd turned to go and the machines were in the way
and I wasn't even sure it's what I meant.
The dark familial clutter clears away
as years and failures all my own amass.
I say I love you easier today,
not just because you are not coming back.
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