Your silvering hair
reminds me of distance
How little we have travelled
The memories I'll never know.
Your falling flesh
reminds me of death
How you are a heart attack
waiting to happen.
We sit and stare anywhere
but at each other
And my eyes stick to their lids
as your sweet salt seeps.
I thought I would remember
how to love a father
But since you've greyed
I can only pretend.
20-12-05
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