Video taped distraction 

Casting the pale blue glow of 

Detachment 

Avoidance 

Intolerance 

Across your face 

An 

Intentionally empty glance 

Spoke for your motionless lips 

Silence, less the security blanket 

Of white noise you have wrapped yourself in 

Arms folded 

Constricting your chest 

Restricting my breathing 

Your words 

Absent any trace of fatherly compassion 

My tears 

Marking off each flashback 

Clicking through my head like the 

Last few moments of your, now my, 

Recorded golf game dream. 

Limiting everything that 

Could have been 

Leaving me with nothing more 

Then a limited sense of 

Self-awareness 

Remembering 

The last time I saw your face 

04/02