MY FATHER DIED AGAIN

In a dream last night
my father died.
Though he’s been gone for years
his death occurred again near 2 a. m.

We still have work to do, I think —
unfinished business.
The dream
a catalyst for working out
some aspects of our bonded ties
that ceased
has helped revive some memories
that time has tried erasing.

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