I walked by
a serious conversation
in a coffee shop
between father and son.
It all came back.
My knees went a little weak
Remembering
when he told mom.
When she held herself
composed
until we turned a corner
and then I thought
I'd have to carry her to the car.
I remember wishing
I could feel grief like that.
And I wondered
If the news
In the coffee shop today
was shaking their world
As mine had shaken.
In that moment,
Wishing I could go back
and hear it again,
To feel grief like that.
Still in the aftershocks
Even once it's over
And he's gone.
