fathered in

after a lifetime without

ill take my dad's hand

we'll finally walk together

ill finally understand

over coffee and cigarette butts

we could speak the weather

about foggy mornings, their

hazy atmospheres

both of us dazed

over maddening delusions

blissfully ignoring

whatever happened

have you ever

met your dad

and his first words were

my son is dead

for some reason

long afterwards

i still thought of him

as my father

and even worse

i didnt think he was wrong.