We do not get many
second chances.
Not with parents, or as parents,
or career…you might pull another
career out of a black top hat
but chances are it will be a wild rabbit.
Life is mundane. You must create your own.
Your own whatever. Not like your mother’s.
Something sparks when we talk on the phone.
Remembrance of space and freedom.
I want to apologize to you
before I die. Before you die.
I want to confess.