and it smelt like all his cars had
it smelt of him
and many many childhood days
they had always smelled like that
since i was small, going back
when, in the 1970’s i sat in mum’s lap

and it is not like when i was younger
when i pledged my allegiance to lovers
some of whom quickly lost their hunger
as we played adult hide and seek under the covers

today.. it shifted slightly
the week, slow to start,
eventually it has flown by

the relationship with my dad,
was exhausting
and is his death, well it is no different