poem

 SaudadeDear Nephew-   It ’s me, your Uncle Nobody. You probably don’t remember me. We haven’t seen each other in years. I’m one of those guys who just disappears. Rarely even leave a trace. Nothing you did.  It ' s all my fault.  You were just a child.  Life sweeps you away.  I mean, it swept me away. You don ’t even have to call me Uncle. Think of me as a distant cousin, if that’s more comfortable. Think of me as a ghost. A middle aged failure with a scuffed suitcase. An old cuckoo clock you barely remember from your grandmother’s house. I stopped ticking. I gotta be honest. I don’t remember whe n your birthday is. I hope it isn’t today. I didn’t bring any gifts. I wouldn ' t know what to bring. Look at you.  All grown up. Married. About to be. Probably have kids soon. You may even be an uncle yourself by now. How would I know?  You don ’t have time for this. I apologize for the intrusion. I always think of myself as the shadowy figure lingering under a streetlamp in a trench coat and fedora.  As the sort who eats alone in diners at odd hours. Who spends holidays looking through old pictures of estranged friends and lovers. It doesn ’t matter.  You might not think of me at all.  Which is fair.   But I wanted to tell you something now that you are a man. I remember this one time when you were a baby and your mom asked me to pick you up at the daycare and get you to a docto...
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