More tangible to me than your remains.
It is tied to me by soft twine
Light translucent, a dragged cloud
Unseen unfelt unforgotten
You don’t let me forget
You are long present
Never letting your spectral eye
Stray from your investment.
I live in your shade
A draped tattered shawl
A father’s insulation from the sun
There is a debt
Your reminders come through sitting water
I stare down, you stare back
Alive and shimmering in the almost-still surface
If they could find purchase
I would prick you with needles
And with sucking tubes of clear plastic
I would pump my blood your blood.
Give back. Repay.
But I’m sorry
What you gave me I can’t return