I raised my head from the water,
holding my place in the book I’ve read hundreds of times,
and strain to recognize the music pouring from the speakers.
Still goin’ strong,
like a freight train burning on a midnight run.
We’re rolling right along,
Still goin’ strong…
Wasn’t that the song…?
I fight back tears as I let the roar of the water fill my ears once again.
So much better than the music that held my family together…
The music that eventually faded…
Alabama still reminds me of my father.
Riding in his truck, to the feed store or Montana,
singing along to the songs that still skirt the edge of my memories like scars.
That’s all changed, now.
He doesn’t talk to his family,
there’s no chance of driving through Idahoan small towns.
All I’ve got left are the home movies in my mind,
the one’s I watch in my sleep,
wishing, yearning for things that once were, and never will be…
Rest in Pieces,
My Family.
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