Every step I hear his voice
Switchbacks, zigzagging from one memory to the next
Back and forth between present and past
My father walks beside me, still
Together we summit
Looking down at cloud tops
Leaving behind hellos, goodbyes
Placing them gently for safekeeping
Until next time, next time
Slow grateful descents, alone
Other summits in our future
A handshake, a hug
Waiting for another time to continue our conversation
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Originally posted September 1, 2015
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