Such Great Heights
I should have gone with you.
I know that now.
I knew it then, too,
but lacked the courage.
My son is coming to visit.
I think you’d like him.
Yours is old enough to vote now.
I know him only as
an infant in a car seat
at the airport departure gate.
It’s Friday afternoon.
I’m playing
“Such Great Heights”
by The Postal Service
on my radio show.
Remember when you
sent me that song?
It was many years after we’d met.
We got as far as planning to meet again
until you changed your mind
and retreated into silence.
Everything looks perfect from far away.
/ / /
1 September 2023
Charlottesville VA
This is poem 42 in a series called 50 Days Till 50 Years. I’m writing a poem a day for the 50 days leading up to my 50th birthday. I’m going to try to focus on memories of my past, and the people who inhabited it.
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