Dear Father

Monday

My coffee was stale.
And cold from the snow.

Tuesday

My windshield froze over so I drove
blindly to work. Too early for the sun.

Wednesday

I drove for miles on icy
Highways. Alone.

Thursday

I waited for you to call.
And waited all the way into

Friday

I woke at your grave.
My feet tangled in the blankets.
I stumbled to the car
And drove home.
Today is another day
I will wait by the phone.