a while ago there came a reason to bury my father.
it was unexpected.
the other day i was sitting in a diner, in a new town, with new people.
looking down the table at one of the people, out of the corner of my eye, i caught a glimpse of someone's eyes in a mirror.
they were noticeable to me because they were strikingly similar to my father's.
the eyes were mine.
i took a second to reconnect. clear the fog from head. re-engage in the present.
it goes without saying, i miss him.
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