father figure

Father.

Who are you?

Where are you?

You died when I was five.

It left a hole.

In my life.

It pierced my heart

I wish you were still alive.

In snapshots, left behind.

You laughed, and you smiled.

You held me close in your arms.

You and I.

You and mom.

I see old photographs.

I wish I knew you.

Do you wish you knew me?

I'm told that I like my tea the way you do.

We both love chopped scallions in our savoury pancakes.

That I have your forehead.

And your internalization of emotions.

I inquire to know more.

Know that I miss you.

I think of you daily.

Love you, dad.