I bought the wrong ticket
But how was I to know
The darkness of depression
had dulled my senses
hampering my ability to hear
the urgency in his voice
“Come see me,” he said
I didn’t know he meant
“Come right away; I’m dying”
Two weeks was too long
and has become a lifetime
of regret
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The prompt at dVerse Poets Pub for Tuesday was to write about a mistake.
Not seeing my dad before he died is one mistake I can never forget or undo.