Full circle

When I focus long enough, I could almost see you. You're sitting on a chair on the balcony, your back to the mountain, you're facing me. You're looking at me lying on my floor bed, you see it all, my pain and the bruises.

I could almost see you now, father, and I feel your stare, and I'm hearing your silence.

How fortunate have I been to come from you, to be like you, to long for you. What blessing, what bliss. 

I'll bare this new pain courageously, it's enough for me if only you know, if only you see.

I miss your very heart, your mind, and your hands. Oh how just how I miss your hands.

I'll cry myself to sleep tonight. I'll hum a little tune, will recall your scent, your face, and the touch of your most warmest, most safest, most generous hands, and will drift to sleep.

Carry me in the dream please, I need your strength tonight, if only just for a brief moment.