My father

xeina

You're always rushing

always one step ahead

ten steps ahead

a hundred steps ahead

 

(what is it 

that is so urgent?

must you always 

run this fast?)

 

I'm always on your heels 

reaching out

almost touching

hoping

for a mere glance.

 

And one day

it happens

I trip 

and you hear me

and you glance back

just once

-but enough.

 

(and what 

does the sight of me 

mean to you?

absolutely nothing

at all.)

 

  • Author: xeina (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 2nd, 2020 13:56
  • Comment from author about the poem: On chasing a fog of a father. This is what I remember of my childhood.
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