On His Own

I remember when he left me behind on his bike long ago. We would go to the trails often, and he would ride with me as I ran. But on that day, he left me in the dust and went riding ahead on his own.

And I remember a few years later. As we did when he used to ride, we would jog together and he would stick with me. But one day as we were nearing the end, he had more kick than I and went sprinting ahead on his own.

Tonite a further landmark passed.

We sat down at the table with our turkey burgers and little yellow bowls of hot black beans. Trudy sat in her place. I sat in mine. And Ben sat in his chair with the dog at his feet. We started eating, and he looked over at me and said, "Better eat your beans, Dad, before they get cold."

There's nothing I can do. He's really on his own, now.

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