" ...a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again,"
Hamlet Act 1 Scene 2 William Shakespeare
My relationship with my father was and is complex. Suffice to say I love him as much for his faults as I do for his virtues. So it is for all the world, if we be compassionate, rational beings. I miss him.
Fallen
On May 29
At 2:15 am
The moon rises
It is a gibbous moon.
Pale yellow.
Like young wheat...
When we heard you fell,
we didn't know you died.
But that young man
who swooped me up
with one arm
after work
with a scent of tar
and slate
Never came home.
Instead,
two different men
replaced our dad.
One a quiet charmer, thoughtful,
bright and sharp.
Terse on most subjects
of any import.
The other a Devilish drunk
who loved to squeeze too tight
and smelled of beer
and booze and too many smokes.
But they both shared
a sad, proud limp.
I never asked him what
date it had been.
I knew it was a Saturday,
then
but I never knew
his anniversary
marking the day
He fell
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