mirage
i held my son for the first time in four years
he was feather lite as a dream
when i put him down
waved him back
and threw him his first football
passed
him
in a race that moved as swift
as a
premonition
about going
to the amusement
parked
the car
as his eyes lit up
like christmas lights
he's never seen at my
house
has
an empty bedroom
with his
name
is gabriel
and this is his picture
at one month
before
i didn't see him
for two years
when i picked him up
in a
memory
about a
premonition
doesn't fill my arms
like my
son
doesn't know me
anymore
time apart
from him will suffocate me
and i'm not
ready
to
die