Winter 2012
Table of Contents - Vol. VIII, No. 4
Poetry Translations Fiction Non-fiction Reviews
Walter Durk
I left you in your apartment
as I went about my business,
my own wants, needs
in another place where you were not.
We spoke briefly by phone
about when we would meet again
share a few moments together,
father and son;
To talk about how you used to fish
and why you can’t now.
About medications in amber vials
on top of the dresser.
And other things
that meant so much to you,
and so little to me.
© Walter Durk