Phantom Love

You can’t just say you love me. Love isn’t words. Love is time — spent over the span of a life. Words are a phantom love. I can’t mend your hurting heart. I don’t even know why I should try. Empty, adrift. You are searching for something. Crying out, and I hear you. But I…

Reaching

I was always emotionally “reaching” for something from my dad, that infrequently came, whether it was holding my hand or just unscheduled time.

I needed [Too Late]

I NEEDED I needed a father who would love me for who I am, not who I might be or who I might become. I needed to be able to speak my mind, express myself, have opinions, and not feel I was your captive, imprisoned by you being right every time. I needed a father…