Wednesday, July 8, 2009

An unfinished poem to my father....

This silence echos failure,
on both our parts.
But I'm old enough to know better,
that I'd like to open up and let you in.
then never.
To hug you without breaking,
the empty shell that's been carved.
Out of stone and with the guilt,
that I've always loved you,
but you never truly felt...

(Maybe one day I'll finish it.)

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