A few nights ago, shortly after Father's Day, I was thinking about my papa. There's a picture of us when I was 13, one of my favourite pictures, framed in my den. I saw it, and broke down crying. This happens once in a while, inconsistently, but when it does, it's impossible to stop. This poem is basically a correlation between my boyfriend and my father- both men are alike in so many ways, and it's comforting to know how happy my dad would be in knowing that my boyfriend treats me as well he does. Both my papa and my boyfriend know that for me, talking isn't going to help- I just need silence and tears- which most people don't understand. I love and miss you papa!
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