Hi Dad. I’d like you to know I’m finally Unboxing each memory Framed

Something is dying, Quivering on the edge Of my soul. It is shaking Swaying in the lightest breeze

There are words that I was mistaken to say. There was one time when we were strangers,

I do not know All of the answers. I forget sometimes And I’m not always right. Don’t listen to me,

We have tendencies to be self destructive and it was only ever our fault, yours and mine and we were never okay.

The clouds in the distance Sit, patient Oblivious to my need For rain They promise the rain

dance in the sun watch it splatter over your face

Notes rolling off of my fingers The right hand sings a soft melody… The richer undertones of the left… Flowing and melting in swirling ma… The quiet inner voice on the right…

Something warm has curled up inside my chest. It is filled with hate, with sadness, with things I cannot express.

I’ll tell you to hold on tight, and we can be alone together in this nothingness. I’ll tell you to tell me a story, and we can laugh and cry together