My dad gave me a book once, where two kids died at the end
It was not the last book he gave me me and it came after many others
But how come I can’t remember
That one small thing
What was the last book he gave me? I guess I thought he’d always give me books
That we’d always talk about them
There was this one about a mayor that made me kinda sad
And this one about this guy with a really hopeless life but it made me laugh so much
Everytime I think about it, I think about them drinking beer in ditches, though that did not happen in the book
It’s just what the book feels like in my mind now I guess
I can’t read them again….the books
There’s things I want to ask him, my father
Now that I’m older
There’s things I want to ask about the books
And maybe other things too…
But I can’t wish too much
Today I had a clear image of him smiling in my head
At least I still have that
But I don’t remember the last book
…..and soon I’ll mark off another year without him