Losing

　
Did you know? on days you are not with us
your daddy watches the same cartoons you and he watch
Spiderman, Superman, Batman; real man cartoons
He sits there on the chair spread out like always
his arm rests in a little circle a space for you
beside him on the chair.
His hair hangs over half-shut eyes
his knee pokes through a hole in worn jeans
He can’t hide the stains, not the way he sits
he wishes you were curled up in that space.
I run my hand over waves on his head
he is my own boy; a man with a son
not here to fill that space
　
　
Did you know?
the days you are not with us
your daddy watches
cartoons you and he watch
when you are here with us.
He sits there on the chair reclined,
his arm resting in a little circle,
a little space for you
beside him on the chair.
You know he wishes
you were beside him.
I run my hand over
waves of hair on his head
he is still my own little boy,
a man with a son.
I miss you
when you are not here to fill that space.