Father’s Day Lament

Father,
Do I know you?
Your scowling face flitting
In memories; annoyed retorts
all I
recall.
I fool myself; claim I miss you.
Cruelly, I feel no guilt.
Forever, you’re a
Stranger.

I see
A chair, back turned.
You moodily retreat,
Dreaming dead dreams in defense of
Duty.
Money.
Though no grievance passed your late lips,
The writ’s in deepest genes;
Melancholy,
Our curse.

Years pass.
As heartbeats dim,
Skin dries to butcher’s wrap,
And streaks of wrinkles crease my face,
Sadly
I now
Relate to your sequestration,
Ashamed of your bleakness.
Afraid! You were
afraid.

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