one day i will find the line
that does not rhyme
with love or loss
but for now i am bound
to pain and pride
how i remind myself of myself
when i am older
i notice the settling of my bones
in my father’s slouch
i own his skin sallow as it may be
my breathing grows into his grunt
our features distinguished
by the mortality datestamp
if only i could speak to him
like the man he could be
i would
if only i could speak to him
like the man i’ve become
i would
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