Monday, June 18, 2012

A Hollow and Dark Place

Dad,
why don’t
you call,
or write,
let me know
you’re alive?

I remember your kisses,
reaching high up
to hold your hand,
you calling me Tiger
and Danny Boy.

Dad,
don’t call,
don’t write.
I hope
you’re still alive.



The Broadkill Review (a print-only journal) - June 2012

No comments:

Post a Comment