I
don’t know about you
but
I’ve cried
in
secret when I could
and
at times tears came too fast
to
run or hide;
I
don’t know about you
but
I think you were stronger
I
don’t know about you,
maybe
you could swallow your heart
and
suck back your eyes
or
do whatever it was
so
I could never see
not
even for a moment
regret
or remorse
sorrow
for what you’ve done
or
could not do or say,
I
don’t know about you,
but
if we talk temperature
no
tears as hot have I known
than
those marked ‘child’
for
I’m father
much
more than child, lover, friend
or
citizen;
I
don’t know about you
but
maybe half a century
is
too short a time
to
know or see,
I
don’t know about you
and
your father,
and
if you’ve thought this way
and
wondered,
but
for now
I
will err on the side of hope
and
worship for all the tears
I’ve
never seen you cry
or
for the distance
that
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