T onight
memories unfold
fragile
as an old map
creased deeply
with regret
too late
I’ve returned
mom
you’ve joined dad
ghosts
in this old manor
father’s strength
your love
will be
forever-present
within these walls
the saddest tears
cloud my eyes
”I’m here”
I whisper
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rob kistner © 2023
Poetry at: dVerse