Suzanne,
I am sorry about your dad.
I only met him once,
but he was nice to me.
I called you twice today
and once yesterday,
but I understand why
you can't pick up.
Now, I have repaired
to listening to The Antlers,
writing this poem,
and wishing for a time machine.
Not for me or us
but for you and your dad,
Long Island,
before his brain got sick.
Suzanne,
I am sorry about your dad.
I only met him once,
but he was nice to me.