I met my father today.
We took a walk for the first time together
between the streets that divide those standing rock pillars.
I told him how I felt, how those years of neglect
destroyed my soul.
How I defeated my demons without him standing in my corner,
without him cheering me on, encouraging me.
As I spoke he remained silent, without saying a word.
He only listened
taking in those knives I repeatedly kept throwing at him.
As we circled back to his place I bid him farewell,
leaving him like he left me so long ago,
I left the cemetery, never to return.