Today I met up with my father
outside the cemetery.
He was waiting there,
just as I knew he'd be
just I knew he was at
the headstone I've dodged
for three years running
and the hospital, ten minutes
late for his death.
So aside what was was said,
and what mostly wasn't,
I'll only say that when I last
left my father lucid
I had his love along with
my work for his approval.
Today, I left with the same
in the same box of memory
dented from lack of use.
Of course he didn't say anything.
Outside of film, redemption
is an end-of-game tally,
not a soundtrack swell.
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