I screamed and
you weren’t listening.
You screamed
and I
wasn’t listening.
It doesn’t matter now I don’t know
but when I turned and struck that metal door
we stopped and
everything stopped.
It stopped and began
years ago when I
was just a child.
Eight years old trailing
my father at a Charger game
running, running to keep up
with his walk.
If I hadn’t forgot my chicken tenders
we’d be sitting
down watching the game
cheering.
But no you were busy
asking each gate guard if you could take me
to the car then reenter
but they said no.
You gave your time
your energy
your money
on tickets to be at this game
But you were here, walking,
running, to take care of your son,
to get him his chicken tenders,
to make him feel okay.
The dented metal door
staring back at me
like a single eye in despair.
I’m staring at you
staring at me
my mind not here
But walking, running,
keeping up with you taking care of me
is where it shall stay.
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