If I ever saw my dad again I think I would probably cry. Not because I miss him but because of how much time separates us. We have our own separate lives and I couldn’t help but think back at the time when you were a part of my life. A big part of my life. A father should be a significant part of yourself right? No one ever said it had to be good or bad though. I can’t help but think about how much our lives are different and how we aren’t in each others pictures anymore. It makes me want to cry. I sometimes forget that I have a father. It’s been so long since you’ve been out of the picture.
In this Field of dreams
Gazing at the infinite possibilities
The future twinkles
With dazzlingly wonders