Death of a Daughter in her Prime (Death of a Lady Chylde, second review)

Death of a Lady Chylde  
The audience is not Dan Kozak
I think it's his daughter
 
When you read his book
You become the alcoholic daughter  
who's father is calling out to you
wishing for yesterday  
cursing tomorrow  
 
Maybe you become Dan
Maybe that's because  
Dan is the audience  
You will definitely become Dan
Share his hot, guilty tears
 
Perhaps as she does...
 
She peeps through  
those eyes on his book
I know she does!
 
I feel like she wanted  
me to tell him with every fiber  
of humanity we share
 
She loves him
she sees
 
I'm virtually her age
 
My father would have been  
Dan Kozak's age
 
Our story is reversed
But it's not our story  
that brought the  
thunderstorm  
in my heart
 
It was the desire
(Her desire?)
 
to bring fresh meaning  
to his lamentations
to see an end to the  
forgetting of joy  
 
Death is not our end
it's just the last  
page in a book
that exists for all time
 
In a tangled universe  
her days of dappled sunshine
and smells of green grass are happening  
as is the gathering around my grave