Calabria

I’m spending all this time
Blacking out faces
The feeling underneath is verbatim
With the one that I made up
I live inside

If I survive this summer
I’ll write and tell you how it went
As if you (or anyone) wants to
Hear me complain
As if any of us changed
In the way we wanted
Regardless
You’re for the better
I’ll always be worse

I’m sorry I couldn’t make
Your graduation
I’ll probably miss your wedding
And funeral too
That is of course if I
Hang around longer
Not very likely
And you probably won’t
Remember the promise we made
when we’re 72

I’m spending all this time
Watching you “grow up”
But we’re already grown up
Yours just happened
I don’t think I’ll ever feel like I did ---
Ya know? ---
It's something deep down there
In the gut