Eighteen years after, you pop-up in conversations –
reluctantly, in whispers and rushing past
but you are mentioned at least.
Memories aren’t grateful nor splendid
I blame my own tendency to focus on negative
It impresses me the most.
The trauma fades, as the gaping agony
Breathing doesn’t hitch and spiral into hysterics
I can voice the horror story.
You abandoned me and I care none for fate
You could have fought tooth and nail, come back –
However, you’ve told me you won’t.
I loved you, like only father’s princesses can
Whole-heartedly, eyes staring every time I saw you
It cost me peace and piece of sanity.
I forgive you and my ungrateful, childish self
For what occurred before and especially after
I crushed face-first into reality.
We will meet again on crossroads of time and eternal,
Smiling and bragging; our mortal life said and done
I’ll punch you, though, be ready.
But before that miraculous meeting can occur,
Accept my best wishes and undying love
I give you flowers of my youth, Father.