what took two

to break

the going

always

the going

the last day

before

itching of the feet

not knowin’

when there’d be

or if

a coming back

your funeral today

reminds of

a fine spring morning

we said our goodbyes

as i went looking for money

twenty-one years before

when i saw you again

holding a child grown

you said was mine

did my best

to play catch up

if time

had gotten away

from all of us

i tried is all i can say

you had moved on

the child is an adult

& we look at each other

faulty mirrors

of a love that died

in absence

at your funeral today