I'm thinking about my my father. I'm thinking about that distance out there, where the earth meets the sky, where his heart meets my own. I'm thinking about deep water and blue. With each passing year, the horizon seems to inch nearer, the stars seem clearer. The hole in my heart, it grows more familiar. I can walk, I can walk with this wound.
Today is your birthday, Father.
I miss you. Oh, I miss you so.
3 comments:
Isn't that the most amazing phenomenon? There are days when I really miss my mother, but in some ways I feel closer to her than ever.
ah, alison, my heart goes out to you.
i hear you.
sass
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