I’ve gotten my cup of coffee from Starbucks
sat down on the porch.
He smiles as I sit, moving over a little to let me have more room to sit down.
We begin talking about fishing, because he knows I didn’t go this year
wants to know why.
I tell him my job has taken up too much of my life
how much I like it, but how completely draining it is.
He empathizes, without being too overly dramatic
then starts a conversation about my father.
It was probably the only person I was remotely related to he liked.
I asked him if he wanted something to drink.
He asked for a beer I didn’t have
Tried to offer him water and he declined.
We laughed about old times
Putting a swing set together in the rain
Making that watermelon drink that we hated.
He said he wanted to sit longer,
but he couldn’t, there were a lot things he needed to do and he had to go.
I sat there on the porch feeling the breeze in my hair after work,
taking small drinks of my coffee,
thinking of him,
wondering what I would say if he were not gone,
if he were still alive, and could come sit on the porch with me.