An Open Letter to my Absent Father


Anyone who knows me is well aware of your "place" in my life..Or lack thereof But only you know how it happened How you arrived How you planted How you left & how you seemed to have never looked back It's like.. I almost want to throw my hands up in praise when I think about the person I've become, despite ever knowing a literal one half of myself & while you were never around for did have something to do with it My strength My courage My bottomless willingness to forgive It's as if I'm all of those things in spite of what you've been I have no angst No wonder No regret Just sorrow, for the man who will now never know how amazing she is up close, but only from a far