10/30 - Missing Persons

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I’m an upside-down daddy with shoes on his hands.
And when I ask questions they sound like demands.
It’s less of a power and more of a curse
I always bring last what I should’ve brought first
The craziness isn’t the worst thing I feel
The worst are the super-rare times I feel real
That’s when I see my life plainly and true
And how the plain truth of it lies to me, too
Like I’m a senior with Alzheimer’s brains
Who only remembers his name when it rains
And once a month knows that his wife passed away
Eight years ago on the fifteenth of May
And knows that his daughters are here every week
Cajoling and stroking his mystified cheek
A moment of clearness so cruel in its clarity
A moment made crueler because of its rarity
These are the moments I feel now and then
Thinking of all of my kin and my friends
It’s like a nostalgia but based in the now
A feeling of knowing what happens and how
Like missing the person that sees things so clear
Like I miss the way that I used to live here




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