have you been
in the shadow of a monarch in death flight,
held gaze on your own child ’til he disappeared from your sight,
or
yearned for a tesseract at least one time in your life?
then, you too, know,
this bittersweetness,
so exquisitely 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
