Heritage of a nobody

The depth of my ocean has opened up

Again

Triggered by a memory

My father

In a cardigan

And a loving manner

That I rarely choose to remember

He once again

Hears

Sees

Listens

I thank him in my head

I bully myself

For not missing him

He offers me a drink

Bright green

And falls into his ways

Never again to be seen

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