sitting across from my mother
at dinner one night during her
visit, i thought of him
and how he would've
been at this meal.
what he would have chosen
from the menu, how he
would've taken
each bite.

think about how i could have
convinced him to move here
and live, that it would be
all right.
this slow motion over to the west,
one third here, two thirds there.

its only men left in this family.
i realized i moved here with him
after all, its just no one sees him,
he takes up no
physical space.

i've got to find some better way
of sharing with him, my space.