Father's Day

Our old couch feels familiar. Longing I sit down, see you beside me, you smile.

'Bye boy.'

'Bye dad.'

A melting pot of memories floats gently by. Silently. No words needed. Talking. About everything, nothing.

'How is it?

'Good.'

'Anything new?'

'Not really. You?

Our arguments also returned. My angry young man who wanted to break out raging. 'You don't understand me!'

Now I recognize the smile in your eyes. You understood me better than I will ever understand myself, knew perfectly what I was feeling. You knew it was going to be okay. You saw the man I was becoming a long time ago.