May 29, 2010

For Daddy

There was never a better time to love him, as I held his head beneath the water.

He never said he was sorry...for all the wrongs he'd made sure to do exactly right.

He stopped stirring anything in me when he forgot that I am the wind.

He is a man now.
Part of the ocean.
The father I always wanted.
Part of the sea.

Just like I'd always need.

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