Meeting dad

Jungle clothes floors

Faces in mirrors that reflect him

Skin that doesn’t know  what he is supposed to feel like

Hands that have always been left wanting

A heart thats trying to make a plan so it stays behind

A mind thats not made up,

One foot in, one foot out

Body telling me of dates with my bed

‘you don’t have to go’

Nothing fits
I never fit in his life

Empty seats, table for two, familiar stranger
Unfamiliar smile
Be strong
You can do it

hi da, sir

Dad is fine call me dad’

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