Early May in New York State
my father on the edge of forgetting himself
and I, so sick I couldn't see
did not understand where we were

A silver diner in the middle of no-where
two open-faced roast beef sandwiches
he talked about Rohack's and his life as a child
and I, with muted ears, trying so hard to listen

more than anything
we should be proud of ourselves
in the end

see this how I see it now