I can't move the calendar
from the day he was last home --
the day he asked me to splash him with cologne,
to dress him in his best white shirt
and the sweater that showed the depth of blue in his eyes
and his favorite leather hat and coat.
The last time he walked was to the car.
He paused briefly, cane in hand, at the front porch,
looked back into four decades,
and closed the door behind him.
from the day he was last home --
the day he asked me to splash him with cologne,
to dress him in his best white shirt
and the sweater that showed the depth of blue in his eyes
and his favorite leather hat and coat.
The last time he walked was to the car.
He paused briefly, cane in hand, at the front porch,
looked back into four decades,
and closed the door behind him.
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