I lean in to kiss him goodbye
but I can’t kiss away
the smoke in his eyes
but I can’t kiss away
the smoke in his eyes
“You’ve been a good dad,”
I whisper in his ear
both of us now
on the verge of tears
his confusion
turning me clear
this demon dementia
unloosing our tension
father
daughter
the expectation
of sorrow
all of it crumbling
on a bridge
to nowheres
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