four hundred and twelve days
of little to no answer.
four hundred and twelve days
of living without you.
four hundred and twelve days
of forgetting, denial, remembering
all over
again;-
dad arriving home
from san francisco to the impossible:
four hundred and twelve days,-

four hundred and twelve days.

fifty eight weeks and six days
fifty eight weaks
and sick days

thirteen months, two weeks and three days
since any of us heard your voice.
thirteen months, two weeks and three days
since we saw you dance.

one year, one month, two weeks and three days:
so much has not happened,-
staring into the gaping hole,-
missing you so much
what is there to count on now?

breaking down happens in so many ways:
four hundred and twelve days.
four hundred and twelve
days.

-written june 10, 2003

Copyright 2002 David McNeeley