Going... Going... Gone

In the darkness
the TV glows.
The graduate
and his father
slouch in chairs.

The son rises.
“I’m really going to miss you,” I venture.
“It’s time to grow up,” he says
over his shoulder
as he ambles
toward his computer,
his world.

A moment passes.
It sinks in.
He meant
me.

CFB (2007/2011)