I know you are thinking of me, I hope with fondness.
I can feel it seeping into my heart like some sort of laser beam.
Does that mean I still love you?
Can you still love while it fades?
It’s hard to be on this side too, it feels like I should know better or know more than I do.
My dad sent me a text, a long bit about regret and love,
It was riddled with musing I had hoped to hear my whole life.
Funny, it doesn’t strike as worth much now that I am older.
Now I send it right back with love and sorrow that it hits him there,
In that heart place,
The place that has been closed for a very long time.
For me, well, for me I have had enough love that has been imprinted on the everyday.
In the little moments.
In the times that rearrange your brain in the most sufficient way,
Raindrops in a bucket add up.
I hope you are well.
You and my pops.