Daddy
Father
You left
How could you?
The frayed strand
Of three is now
Napped to two
The canoe drifts off
Empty
And alone
Apple stems are no
Longer found in
Remote corners
Does she vacuum them away?
Shirts are no longer
Smelled in times
Of absence
The smell is long gone
It left with you
Hot summer afternoons
Are no longer spent
On cool floors
Who naps with you now?
What little girl now
Wrestles with you?
Or contemplates the
Wonders of nature?
Then your words were
silver
Now they are dirty
Bittersweet
Ashes
Occasionally they drift
In under a stamp
To fill me with the
Questions
What did your little girl
Do to you that she deserved
this?
The empty chair,
The vacant room,
One-sided conversation
The dieing dog
That should be shot
Did you pack the answers
Away in boxes
When you left?
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