In Response to a Recent Question
Posted: January 31st, 2015, 6:36 pm
One of the last times I saw you
your hands were waving wildly
Your hair was messed, a left shoe
was tipping almost to the floor
You were talking to someone, you were
seeing and hearing no one
You were going where nobody knows
You were talking to empty air, you were
between then and now, you were
a state of mind, an old habit
I, son, you, father; two people
who knew each other for fifty-two years
It has taken me five years to relearn
everything you were, right from wrong
your hands were waving wildly
Your hair was messed, a left shoe
was tipping almost to the floor
You were talking to someone, you were
seeing and hearing no one
You were going where nobody knows
You were talking to empty air, you were
between then and now, you were
a state of mind, an old habit
I, son, you, father; two people
who knew each other for fifty-two years
It has taken me five years to relearn
everything you were, right from wrong