Conversations
a day of grieving,
1/22/94 one
my father was a good man
gentle kind
never raised his voice
he was an architect
one day i went with him on career day
he put me in front of a drafting table
with paper and crayons
i drew all day
i thought he had
the best job in the world
he could sit and draw all day
he had everything
and he never raised his voice
he died when i was fifteen
of a heart attack
i took classes later in architecture
i wanted to understand
his love his passion
i wanted everything
he smoked and ate poorly when he was younger
i guess it caught up to him
he was going through a divorce then
mom wanted it
she never even went to his funeral
they say it was
a heart attack
i say it was
a broken heart
i wish i could have said goodbye
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