dream

in a dream

i met my father again

saw him outside the window

smiling

i invited him in

and he played video games

while i wrapped myself around his legs

like a child

told him not to leave me

and sat on his feet

so he could not stand

i should’ve done more

made him a drink

a snack

offered a blanket

but instead, i held his hand

fingers knitted together

like a zipper

i love how hands fit together

like they were designed to be held

and i think his hands

were always meant to hold mine

then, out of nowhere

came an irritating kind of ringing

and my eyes opened

to see a stained ceiling

my hands had been grasping the blanket

and seemed to have doubled in size

it was as though

he had been taken from me

all over again

but i know all things have an end

the same way i am writing this

with my favourite pen

knowing it is almost out of ink

i miss my father

five short years was not enough time

but i am grateful i remember him enough

to meet him in dreams

it becomes my only motivation to sleep

i love my father

i hope he continues to be remembered

through this pen

and me.

18:48pm - 27/04/24.