HLR – Empty flat, full heart
In the darkness I swayed, numb and unsteady in platform heels, outside the place where you used to live, looking up at the window where so many hours were spent smoking, people-watching, daydreaming, counting how many motorists weren’t wearing seatbelts.
The lights were off: there was no one home.
This statement can be applied
to the apartment and your brain
in your final days.
I tried the gate:
Wriggled a shaking hand into your old mailbox:
Looked for the label with your name
taped next to the buzzer for Flat 1:
With my heart in my throat
I turned and walked away
into the warmth of the pub next door
where so many friendships were made
where your laughter once roared
where memories were shared
of you, an extraordinary man,
and glasses were raised
to you, my darling Dad,
on what would have been
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