09:08:37 a.m.
THEN POP MADE THE FIRST MOVE.
A step forward.
I made the next.
Then he took another.
We met in the middle.
Again,
dove into each other.
This time the hug,
a mix of I miss you
and who are you
and I’m confused
and I’m cracking
and I don’t know what
the hell to do or where the hell to go.
My father’s hand
gripped my back
as I did my best
to bury myself in his armpit,
to get lost in the new and strangely familiar feeling
of fatherhood.