I couldn’t say as much as you.
But I can say
he passed from the same thing.
I don’t have that love
that you do
because he caused me so much pain.
I never thought of writing about him
and if I did, I would write
only to myself
or close it somewhere and never open it up.
But he’s gone
and I can’t say all
that I want to say.
I wonder how he felt
when he found out he was dying from AIDS.
Family tells me he was mad at the world
and just wanted it to be over with.
Poor thing,
even though you caused me so much pain,
I love you, father.
And the truth of it all still remains.
RIP 1995
