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Sunday, November 22, 2009

My father is gone

My father is gone, but he keeps on living, in me, somehow, somewhat, somewhere in between light and darkness he is. Where are you really in heaven or hell, maybe in limbo. You were never a perfect man, nor I wanted you to be, just wanted and expected you to be fair, but were you Our story is like many that is barely shared, you were always absent but there in the darkness visibly hiding from our lives. I knew you but did not, like I wish I could have, but I think you never wanted to be known. I saw you everyday in that old and yellow picture in my wallet, when you were young. Our memories together are minimal, yet, they are ingrained in my mind and why I cry tears for you? I ask myself, but then I know because all the love I felt for you. I walk in the light of darkness, what a metaphor so contradicting just like this world. You left when we were young and never came back. Excuses were made for you and finally one day the truth was revealed, but it was too late, because I had been loving you for so long.
My father is gone, but he keeps on living, in me, somehow, somewhat, somewhere in between light and darkness he is. Our story is like many that is barely shared, you were always absent but there in the darkness visibly hiding from our lives. You lived in familiar but strange walls amongst strangers but familiar faces. You kept a sacred secret hidden from the world but present in your mind. We were the unknown soldiers left behind who survived even in your demise.
You left and we stayed.You forgot but I kept remembering. You loved me for moments in time and I loved you all my life.You were forever in my mind and forever gone, and now you are gone forever, but my love will always go on. Y
ou were always absent but there in the darkness visibly hiding from our lives.
Today, my father is gone