Even Now

He is standing at the end of a jetty in his maroon striped LL Bean button down shirt.

His hug is as full-impact as it was the last time I saw him, the last time we said hello

and good-bye.

He smells of Polo, still.

Of course, he’s smiling and laughing that laugh. Oh that laugh!

He says Hi and I hear his voice so familiar and clear.

Even now.

I remember.

Poem ©2018, Jen Payne, on the 23rd anniversary of my dad’s death.

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