For You, Daddy
One day you finally realize you’re no longer 11
and he is no longer 45, but rather 49 and 86.
And you will not always have him to correct your grammar,
fuss over how you boil spaghetti, or tell you not to spend
your money on all those hats, even though you’re an adult.
And you will not always have him to call every morning
just to hear him yawn and to tell you he’s already out of bed
even though he’s not.
But you will continue to call his number when someone else’s voice
answers the phone, and you won’t say a word.
You will be that ghost.