have you been
in the shadow of a monarch in death flight,
held gaze on your child ’til he disappeared from sight,
yearned for a tesseract at least once in your life?
then, you too know
this bittersweet
so distinct to late august

as he enters the lobby of his dorm to begin his freshman year of university,
525 miles away from our home,
late August, 2012
i can recall how i felt in this bittersweet moment as if it were just last night