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.)
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Author:
xeina (Pseudonym) (
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- 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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