i watched Aftersun,

making my way thru films, on lists, i’ve apparently missed

when it ended,
it was 12:34 am
as i glanced at the clock on the stove;
and went outside
to sit on the dark stoop and cry
and then, said aloud,

“i am not okay”,

and i may never be, again;

i saw, i am more like my father,

than my mother,

than i knew, than i ever thought,

and that, is stunning, in itself ///

that he, was more the human being, of the two, than her.

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