My father’s room is cold
cold like missing steel
He has been gone
gone for so long
that his room has lost all warmth
I stay up so late
so late that I see the dawn breaking
waiting for him to return
My ears strain
strain to hear the faint creaking
Is the house settling down for the night?
Turning in its dreams of warm sun and shifting leaves
Is the foot that treads the boards downstairs a man I know?
Coming upstairs after a long night of old movies
To a faraway place