this great cracked void
erodes away with time
started like a trickle
small stream
washing father away
one
grain
after
another
now a canyon
stretches afar
and he stands
pixel pete watery on the horizon
– no character –
setting with the sun
down and away
I can imagine
that I can see
what I think
might be
an icon
an image
an idol
a father passing away
but really already gone
leaving a shade
bent by eternity’s
gravitational lens
and my eye sees the past
like it was
right here
right now
but it’s gone…