where you belong

no words to offer of solace

standing there at the sink

dealing with dishes

soap & hot water up to my elbows

thinking what I might say to you

& nothing comes

out of my own history

the last I saw of my father

months before he died

he was no longer there

my mother of course long gone

at least I got to tidy up after him

sort out the funeral say hello to people

but for you this is your first last goodbye

& if you all you can do is cry

let the tears flow my love

this is where you belong

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