I dreamed of my father last night
again.
Saw him sitting in his chair
at the dinner table
smiling
laughing
then later in life
in his bed
consumed by pain
peeing in a jar
unable to even walk
to the bathroom.
Even then
we never talked
though I was old enough
he was so sick
I never told him anything
important.
I loved him
hated him
ignored him
made fun of him
but never talked
with him.
It would be
so much easier now
if I had.
