Dear Dad,
i was standing
in the kitchen
just a minute ago
putting dishes away
and the thought of you
drops out of my eyes
it’s been 26 years
why does it still hurt
i say out loud
as if you were there
in the kitchen
with me
and silently i answer
‘cause out of all the worsts
it was the worst thing
i’ve been on edge
lately
i get this way
around this time
of year
you know
i wish i could go sit in the sand
and stare out into the ocean
there’s something about the sea
that’s soothing
like all the tears are in one place
shimmering in the sun
and pathless by the moon
i roll away
TL