Regret took root the moment I turned you away grew limbs with each empty love your image like an icon taunting me the certainty of
Made of steel, I have withstood your darkness, borne the blackened traces of your hardened words upon my soul, have carried for you, endured the
Absence of table echoes in a room reserved for its central role – I am at a loss, no explanation proceeding this disappearance have just
The years have done their damage, resentments, like border guards, line up between us… and then you just show up, as if somehow that makes
Strength of conviction, power of physical being, his spirit timeless – yet, he is weary, wonders how he can maintain a life of integrity, ensure
This path I walk is not my own; it’s paved with genetic markers, familial dysfunction, and ancestral angst. Can you see them walking with me?