Poet Lady Katz (new forum post): Father

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New post from Comfort


Does your heart ever remind you to miss. As you kiss your other do you ponder on mother and the I your rejection. 



My cheeks grow tender with each tear that flows in fantasy of : 

 what could have been,

 Should have been,

 Shouldn't be, 

 Should I even be? 



When you left… When you fled was I the ignition, was I like omen to farmers havest or like viking with war cry that shook you out of your village. 



I hate you for what could have been yet I miss you. 

I hate me for missing you when he and she speak about their daddy and I… 

I hate you.