I don't know what to call You.
"Father," which should denote familiarity,
seems a foreign word to me.

I met you today
And you wrap me up
Like a warm scarf
As I take this walk
Late this night.

2 seconds after I left you
In the street
I began missing you

The seduction of a feel,
Of a flower,
Of deep night.
When
I think of catching the spirit,
Of the
Night.
Over there
On the
Palm
Over the stairs.
If i could catch
That
Slump
Into a gaze.
Encryption
And
Put it in a
Vase…
Bottle…
Paper…

I stare long at every face

That looks like you

Your are a mirage

I come towards you

Your body is a dejavu

Of warmth

Oh to touch it

Oh to have you mine.

Growing older is
a privilege not everyone
will experience

6:01 PM
8/2/25