August 24, 2005

And she thought, sitting on that high-lighted ledge,
thinking about tomorrow, and holding in her
hands, one last memory.
She thought about the highway,
talking about Chicago
and playing with his lighter.
She thought about laying in his bed,
pretending to watch one of his thousand movies,
but really focusing on heart beats.
She thought about being at work,
slipping in and out until the both clock out
and get on the highway,
talking about chicago,
and playing with his lighter.

And ten sublte trips later, she was no closer
and no father, but neither at the same place.
only farther and closer than she had been.
and voices, they came and wrapped around her fingers
and her voice trilled and rumbled, lumbering through
the wires until that answer came.

And all she said was “miss you too.”

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