Swing
-Higher, dad!
I looked at the father pushing his daughter on the swing.
The sun hid behind the mountain. There would have been light for a while longer.
I thought about Luca and Valentina.
At the drawing she made listening to my stories.
At the flying cat that was hovering in the cover of my collection.
At how Luca helped me when I was in need.
I couldn't do anything for him. I remained still, watching, and then waiting.
I was waiting for him to wake up.
The father and his daughter left, I was alone.
-Forgive me, Luca. Forgive me, Valentina.
2019-05-27
