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I feel the wrinkles on your face, feel the roughness on your hands, feel the warmth in the way you looked at me, expected from me, and worried about me. i feel the words on the letter you sent me, three lines of words, you conveyed much more than those. i feel the sadness in your voice, feel the tears you withheld, feel a man’s deep regret to a girl he once too young to cherish, too busy to hug, too firm to love… I feel the inner me, the gradually built-up emotions from all these years without you, i feel the sudden deliverance, i feel you loved me, loving me, and will always be loving me. i feel i care about you, i miss you, and i love you. Three days apart from father’s day, all i wanna say is the above. |
