The scent of chocolate cherry lattes makes me cry
I haven’t flown home in a year
Been wondering why I love my father enough
to search for him in every man I love
but not enough to call
Fathers day is sunday
the cherry tree is dying and my cell phone is heavy
I know his heart is real but I can’t remember
the last time I saw it stretched out to someone
not on their knees
I won’t call on my knees but
I will drink a chocolate cherry latte and I will cry
stare at my phone and recite my first address
pray the way he taught me like
dear abba
About the Creator
Katarina Tyler
Tre Fou
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