We sit at same table
He drank creamed coffee
I drink green tea
Separated by time
Looking out on the same backyard
Through the same window
At the same tree.
He’s been gone 21 years.
I’m here today.
I remember when his spirit appeared
at the foot of my bed
a few days after he was dead.
Clearly, without words said,
“It will be alright.”
That’s the last I saw of my dad,
Unless of course you count,
Backyard, window, and tree
….just my dad and me.
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