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


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