Just had my all-time favorite, which is tofu
with spicy sauce. Figured I’d have sponge cake and root beer next, while the
outside world slowed down under the rain. You ever tie a drink to a person? Soda
reminds me of my real dad. Didn’t matter if it was 7 a.m. or cold enough to
make our bones shiver, we’d still share one. A secret tradition.
We didn’t get a lot of time together, but when we did,
it was always simple and fun. Just walking and laughing about the most random
things. I remember this one time when we were so tired we could barely breathe,
yet somehow, we still found something to laugh about.
It was in 2010 that he left this world. I didn’t say
much at the time, but something in me numbed over like frost. He left, and I
never stood at his grave to say goodbye. I’ve loved no man the way I loved my
father. Love, to him, was never explained. He taught it by the way he looked at
me, and only me.
Then I saw you… weeping, remembering your father. It
was unlike any sorrow I’d witnessed. You kept the scar he gave you, and you
didn’t hide it. You didn’t even erase the memory of the only time he completely
lost control and turned that rage on you.
We live in different worlds, yet I saw you.
Isn’t it strange how I wrote you into so many pages,
yet you never even knew?
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