In the deep waters of my mind,
I miss the brazen talk, and
The polished, insult to injury humor.
I miss the long stares hiding small grimaces
And laugh lines skewed by stoic gazes.
I miss the parenting that I didn’t ask for
That helped me solve mystic puzzles.
I miss the teaching, the off beat humor, the quick witticisms
And gentle guidance.
Mostly tonight although he would probably never believe it,
I miss Mark.