Aug 06
Dealing about Death
You did your best to support me.
Navigating canary yellow taxi cabs
through late night urban pavement paths.
The meter was the clock that bound you to nights,
but you would stay up all day to be with me.
We would play chess over glass bottles of coke,
rice cakes with cream cheese.
You’d almost always let me cheat to win.
You loved me more than I could understand at the time
and my ignorance will haunt me until I can accept that you loved me too much
to ever hold that against me. So here’s looking at you,
looking at myself in the mirror. I wanna make you proud,
do our name justice. I couldn’t hold you up,
but I will try to never let you down. Rest easy pops.
I just wish I believed in an afterlife to meet you in.
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