You’ve become 
the exception 
not rule
your choice 
not mine 
feel free
to stay
away as
long as
you like 
for I’m
more comfortable 
with you 
gone than
ever here
you are 
the rain
and not
the sun 

Father away
than far
for near
with silence 
is as 
close as
the moon 
what’s such
a thing 
that ventures
so close 
filling one 
with awe
then moves 
quietly away
with nary
a care
oh yes
the moon
you are 

I warrior 
you squire
I know 
you feel 
two men
who more
than ready
for battle 
I no 
longer feel 
having scars
but you 
feel each
and every 
ding and 
chink whincing
me spectacle 
you spectator 
each doing 
his own 
for life 

Pressing freshly laundered 
towels against face
listening to ocean 
in sea shells 
catching snow on 
my outstretched tongue 
hear a robin’s 
song announcing spring 
feeling the vines 
of your arms 
wind around me 
these are things 
that remind me 
of just why