looking down

quick and quiet as a whisper
i was above it all
looking down
back
on my life
all the cats and dogs i loved
women
family
nothing had weight
rising away from the scene
it was me again
alone
i waved my hands
i had no hands
i hoped i left a good impression
some hope and memories
in the smiles of my children
someday tripping over this poem
in a dusty attic
sharing a few words with their son
this was your grandpa
i’m sorry you never knew him

9-24-24

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