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POEM: Wake


I’m still surprised that we ended.
Some days I wake up and remember
and I just can’t believe it.
Taking a step back, I wonder
if that isn’t a hallmark of my life:
constantly surprised by things
others saw coming.
My son once offered to tell me
how he describes me to his friends.
I said no, terrified by what he’d say.
“He never really figured life out,”
someone will say at my funeral.
“He tried, but he never got there.”

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9 January 2023
State College PA

Published in My poems Poetry


  1. Dave Dave


    • Jason Crane Jason Crane

      Yeah. Sigh.

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