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79-love, game, set over.

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79-love, game, set over.

Dad, we said our good-byes by phone
the other day,
we both knew without saying,
and yet,
when I heard today that
it is all over,
it is still hard to believe
that you are not somewhere out
in cyber space.

I like it that you were ready,
that your wife was secure,
that you were able to pick
the time if not the place.
I hope that I can do as well.

We had our differences
and yet,
you showed me that it was
the sum,
and not the parts
that counted.
I hope that you felt the same
about me.

I remember playing tennis with you in the rain,
when everyone had left,
and in the dark,
when everyone had left,
and in the freezing cold
when everyone had left.

I thought about that on the way to work
tonight.
I know my family couldn't understand how
I could work.
But I knew that you would understand and
approve.

I'll play tennis tomorrow no matter what
the weather.
I hope that where ever you are you will
join me, and 
you will drive me crazy with your dinks 
and spins and strategems.
And I will drive you crazy with aces that
you can't touch, mixed with double-faults
that will piss you off because you think
I am too casual and don't care.

We will go to Foster Freeze one last time,
have strawberry shakes, and then
go back to the courts in the twilight,
hustle anyone we can into doubles,
and then,
say our good-byes as we always do
with the obvious
left unsaid.

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