I am you, imprecisely.
Took in your quirks,

Words,
Actions,
So I am you, though you're not me.

I am of your hands, your
Nose, eyes, heart, soul, bones, breath, teeth.

Maybe, your dreams and vision
Are the ambition I can't find in me.
Reaching out,
Breathing in,
Longing for
Experience, not longevity.

Teach me humanity, I begged,
Hold my hand;
And in between the ribs in my chest and the strands of my hair,
Tell me:

Your story, more lies than reason.
Of love and pain and
Utmost regret.

Find me, searching for the father I was supposed to own,
Over and
Under the sea.
New fish, bright fins, every single
Day, too beautiful for you to stay with me.

My father,
Eaten by the tides.