Father's Day

Your silky palm is cold
The callouses vanished with the memories
Your eyes are friendly
Your smile uncertain

You sit and nod at me
And wonder where you are but do not like to ask
For the people in the television are listening
And you would be embarrassed
If they knew that you were lost

And this is what it comes to
That there is food and warmth
And a bed in a room that you forget each day
And the woman that you know to be your wife
For she has shown you photographs

And you sit and stare at the photographs
Gaze at the glowing screen
And each and neither is more real

And you are so afraid