Oh, the other day I was hungry, and I didn’t want to steal, so I went to the Tetlow house and asked them for a meal. Oh, they looked at me, I looked at them, they thought I was a thief, they took me in and sat me down and gave me something to eat. There were roaches on the floor and a pig behind the door, and Briana’s feet in the noodle soup, I won’t go there anymore.

“A song for the ages.” Past time, at least 20 years ago.
Sitting on a wooden porch swing or a place in the sunroom.
Summer nights by the Delaware River bring bugs and a cool breeze.
I don’t remember the last time we sang that song together.
It’s odd how things end, without even giving a little head’s up.
I remember how Zac and I would ask you when you died what things we would get from you. We were never really planning on losing you.
But then we did.
A summer night, cool breezes, in the parking lot of the hospital, as we headed home.
Mom and Dad sounding pessimistic.
I was optimistic.
“I’ll see you soon, Grandmom.”
No need for goodbye kisses, no need for last looks or real, heartfelt ‘I love you’s. Just a see you soon.
Our last touch was cold.
Maybe a few days later, no more than a week.
I remember sitting in your apartment, going through your things.
I wanted nothing.
I wanted you.
One more warm kiss, one more heartfelt ‘I love you’.
One more cool, breezy, summer night together.