If I could have another day,
an hour, or even a moment
with you,
I wouldn’t waste the time,
telling you how much
I love you
how much you mean to me
I’d put down my book,
my phone,
and look into your eyes
in a way I’ve never looked
before
in a bid to see you
to know you,
to understand
to see not just the father
but the child that lives
within
to see the man you were
and the man that you wished
to be
the worries that haunted you
the desires that drove you
to become
the son, the husband,
the friend and father
that you were.
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