Monday, December 1, 2008

In the Two Without You

I drive
As I did that night
This time
It is not the same
No goodbyes
Not knowing what to do
Arriving home to watch
Grief enter in
A slithering dance
A furtive glance
A last chance
To be a kid

I pause
to remember
to reflect
to breathe

This night of December 1st encircles me
I yearn for the simple
The sight of you
The laugh of you
The real of you
But I will always
And always love
Donald Wayne Beam
My only Dad

Did it your way
Do the same
Are not forgotten
Are connected
All is changed
In the Two

1 comment:

Meg said...

I love you. I hope you know that. Call me when you need to.