That Night

I remember well
that night, now twenty years gone
the hollow echo on the line
after I answered him
that I knew you
that I was your son
That pause before he asked me
to meet him, there
at the hospital

I remember well
that night, the ice
thick on my car, the street
the tentative drive
bearing me to you
in that too-bright room
that cold table
where you lay
seeing you there,
knowing you were gone

February 11, 2011
remembering the 20th anniversary
of my father’s death, February 14, 1991
written at the House of Purpose coffeehouse
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Hillsboro, NH
February 11, 2011

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