Last night I dreamed about

Dad, a gesture he used to make

with his hands, and it brought back

the tenor of his voice, opened up a whole

pathway of memories and I was so close to

the forgotten jokes, it was like I was with him again,

and I knew I should’ve grabbed a notebook in the dark

and written it down, because now I can’t

remember the gesture.

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