At the Mall



A poem...thinking of my father on father's day.

I saw you today
I'm certain it was you,
a child clinging to your arm
tugging at your sleeve
like I used to do.

You turned my way
and I turned away
knowing deep within
that it wasn't...
that it couldn't be you.

Yet for the longest time
I stood stock still
almost certain had I turned
you would be standing there
watching me watching you.

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