For my father, today. Holding you in the ligjht.
Fifty beats to tell you how I feel, to
shape emotions out of language, find ways
to show my love in five reluctant lines,
and end a manly silence that spans years:
forty faltering words that say I need you.
Fifty beats to tell you how I feel, to
shape emotions out of language, find ways
to show my love in five reluctant lines,
and end a manly silence that spans years:
forty faltering words that say I need you.
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