Dave Park

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The heated air hangs like steam.

Escape with me into cool comforting waters.

Bask with me in sunlight, and then swim again.

For so long, it was dark and cold and damp,

For so long.

And today I sit down with your memory, in silent celebration.

Alone, and together.

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I am driving home.

Past the downtown zoo.

Shirtless dancers, having the next high of their life.

Shopping cart warriors, pushing their life savings down the street.

I realize we live in a golden palace so far from here.

Not that far away, but far enough.

And we cannot rescue…

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The waiting is the worst thing.

Progress seems so inexorably slowly.

Step then falter and step all over again.

A new beginning, a little higher now.

You don’t want to look down now that you are so far up,

But when you look up the top seems so far away.

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Summer arrived with a wump, blasting heat into the day.

The joy, the reddish skin, working muscles again a little sore from disuse.

The summer food, watermelon, strawberries, peaches, and more.

For today all is celebration, sweet sun and joy, no end in sight.

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There are crows in the corn and a nip in the air.

I go back to old places and they have changed so much.

I remember the same old streets day after day.

Walking sometimes, driving others but forever traversing circles around town.

Then I left it all behind, but…

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It is a haunting, the absence in my day.

It used to tickle me upon waking, and stay with me throughout the day.

But as I have learned, everything is fleeting.

Everything is temporary.

And as quickly as she arrived, she is gone.

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She slips through my hands like warm water, gentle and trickling, but cannot be held.

I took quiet delight while she was present, not knowing.
And then just as fast as she appeared she was gone.
And I am left with just a few drops.

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Again she sleeps, beer fueled slumber.
And I know she won’t sleep for too long, the phone will ring, and she may or may not rise.
I ask myself what I should do — and I am at a loss.
There is nothing to do, no one to talk to.
Just an empty house…

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Some call it “grit”, but I am more invested than that.

I am relentless, day after day in an office chair and then evenings working on the house.

I can’t stand to lay and watch tv, I can’t stand to be so alone in that way.

So I climb a…

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It’s a cold spring rain.

The wipers dud thump in the booming silence.

In my head I am making plans to leave.

And you keep telling me how unfair your life is.

The lifestyle I have gifted to you…. Isn’t good enough.

Nothing will ever be good enough.

It’s a…

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Dave Park

Dave Park

Writer trapped in the daily grind of an IT Pro, parent to two boys. www.bydavepark.com Want to become a medium member? https://davepark.medium.com/membership