I wrote this for my father today because I am going far away soon and I realized that I have a lot to take care of here before I leave and time is running out. please comment so i can fix it before i give it to him:0 I went running to the door each day around 5. Waiting for the engine to shut off. A false sense of security brewed up just for me with the ingredients of good intentions and humanity while your soul had not settled a wandering heart I waited for you to come in. You waited to depart. My first broken heart. You passed through that cold steel door from time to time again. No longer did I run. with boxes full of earthly possessions that you would hand to me. I would open them. How expensive emptiness can be. But I never judged you like the others I only took your hand in love. Love is something I once didnt have to know how to do. But time has gone by and one day you looked at me... and I looked at you. And although I have your eyes You no longer recognized me. Nor I you. Stranger. Don't let me be strange anymore.
this is very beautiful. it leaves a lasting impression on me and I'm sure is will be even more powerful between the two of you. i loved this, you have a great poetic talent.
