After his death

I wrote the poem below after my former boyfriend David's father died, suffering for a long time with Alzheimer's. It was particularly painful to watch his decline, as he had been a doctor, Harvard graduate, and quite possibly, one of the sweetest men alive (to me--David is so much like him as well). I wrote the poem after seeing a painting in the National Gallery, in which one of that men reminded me very much of Dr. Rock. It's not written in my voice, but it is in a way of course. Sometimes I do think I see him, especially after a concert when I come out into the lobby from the hall at Kleinhans, while the audience is mingling. He used to come to see the orchestra, and it's there, that I catch glimpses of his face most often. I usually call David and tell him, "I saw your Dad today".

Just more faces in frames.