#17 in poetry!
part 1 - there are so many things i wish i could tell him. ask him. scream at him. but he's not coming back and i don't want it. not anymore, not the way i used to. the day i stopped calling him dad was the day he died.
part 2 - some people are not the destination, but the journey, they say. i'd like to retrace my steps, just once, to seem them again, hold them again, love them again. it was a privilege, to be allowed to love you.
maybe you lost a pair of shoulders to cry on, too. this is for you.