That I read about your father.
That I have your number and have had it eleven years.
That the version of me you remember
was doing the best he could with what he had,
which was very little, and badly organized.
Instead I said the food was good.
Instead I said we should do this more often.
Both of us knowing exactly
which of those two things was true.
This a fake test poem created by First Verse - it will be deleted at launch
