{"id":120226,"date":"2022-06-26T04:12:47","date_gmt":"2022-06-26T08:12:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=120226"},"modified":"2022-06-26T04:12:47","modified_gmt":"2022-06-26T08:12:47","slug":"poem-20-echo-husband","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/poem-20-echo-husband\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem 20. Echo Husband"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-size: 17px\">We lost you last year.\u00a0 You went to bed out there in South Dakota, and never woke up. Fifty five years old and gone.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 17px\">I mean, I know you weren&#8217;t mine anyway,\u00a0 hadn&#8217;t been for a couple of decades, but your first is always a little yours regardless. I know you agree. We talked about this many times.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 17px\">I still drive the pali, not as much as I used to, but I still do, and I think about all the talks we had about you coming here to retire, spending your time at Molokini. I hear you laughing through the car, then resigning yourself, and reminding me you had three more years to work. And I always said no. You just want to work for three more years. And you said yeah&#8230; then you were gone.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 17px\">Now, all that&#8217;s left is the echo of our conversations about how badly you wanted to be here, and me looking out over the ocean to Molokini, hoping you are there.<\/span><!--\/data\/user\/0\/com.samsung.android.app.notes\/files\/clipdata\/clipdata_bodytext_220625_221200_543.sdocx--><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We lost you last year.\u00a0 You went to bed out there in South Dakota, and never woke up. Fifty five years old and gone. I mean, I know you weren&#8217;t mine anyway,\u00a0 hadn&#8217;t been for a couple of decades, but your first is always a&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1305,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-120226","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/120226","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1305"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=120226"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/120226\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":120240,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/120226\/revisions\/120240"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=120226"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=120226"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=120226"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}