Exit 73

It was here 

at this exit,

that I was reminded

of you. 

Your 

voice

your 

anger

your 

ugly.

I have

only the memories

of the 

flies

buzzy

around

the lamp post.

Of my

voice

shaking

and hands

trembling.

The years

of absence

has 

brought

us both here.

As the years

move by

and I pass

this exit

I am brought

back to that

day.

When I had

to pull off

the road

to get

the dark

memoires

out of my

car and 

out of my

head.

But not

now.

I only allow

myself to

think

of the good moments

with you.

Passing

by 

Exit 73 

I remember

coffee.

The smell

the taste.

It was the only

thing you

loved 

as a father.