He gave me physical life and raised me wth love and distance.
Enstilling in me the idea of presence yet teaching me to survive without it.
Killing off expectations and preparing me to wonder.
Just enough time to forget only to remember.
Supporting my dreams with lackluster cutiousity and an ear to listen.
The superficial void is bandaided with consistently inconsistent speech.
He has given me passion and an undeniable yearn for connection.
Knowledge and independence come with a price. Costing resentment and envy.
Accepting because it’s familiar and hoping for it to change.
The hole in my heart is overflowing with names of those who try to value me the same.
Inspired to consider love as a game.
Yet life without him would be like lighting a candle with no wick. Rain that wouldn’t produce any flowers. Playing a love song on mute.
Dad and me.