"phather" poems
Phather Phantasm
Half-seen in my half-stare,
half-believing you are there.
Faded memories and faded thoughts,
raindrops falling on sun-seared rock,
quickly come, and quickly part.
I was eleven when you did not die;
you took your leave, never saying goodbye.
And I, the fool, follow the fool
walking barefoot on broken glass,
and tread upon the blood-stained shards,
waiting to wound me ere I pass.
Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 4:53 PM UTC