I seek to find you within that folded paper.
The slanted text reminds me
of your left-handed nature.
You and me: I thought we were so similar.
What went wrong to skew you?
Did I misunderstand?
The graphite so subtlety changes
direction and I love that it shows
a minuscule piece of your being.
I hate how the words make me feel.
I’m proud of what you’ve become.
I hope you have a great one.
Random pictures to remind
me of us together.
Generic wishes that I embark upon.
One voicemail left to covet amongst all.
A person that I force myself to remember.
A legacy I don’t know how to carry on.
A dad that a daughter wishes she knew, deeply.
Dad, regardless of it all, I feel you cheering me on.
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