Although we don't communicate as much as we could
I love you.
Know, I will always love you.
Although you weren't in my life for very long
I love you.
Trust, I will always love you.
Although I know very little about you
I love you.
Believe, I will always love you
&
I miss you.

Father
you were in my dream
confused, calling out for your own mother
though she was gone the year
I learned to walk

you walked
while you talked
your hair was not yet gray
yet you were more befuddled
than on your deathbed
in the poppy's soft
sluggish embrace

I could not trust
your words in the dream
why do these creamy visions
visit me, you so long
under the dirt?

what other words will come
when I am defenseless, in repose
wishing for more from you, perhaps
even though it is fiction
I can never
decipher

She says she's fine,
"But she's going insane"

She says she's feels good
"But she's in a lot of pain"

She says it's nothing
"But really it's alot"

She says she's okay
*"But really she's not"