Summer dries up and
we're still driving
His hands grip down tighter
toward work
and that office we share
The weather darkens
his face and the clouds
sunken and tired
(we ride)
He takes in air
a breath
through clenched teeth
then speaks
"I don't know
if this is possible
but I wanted to ask
is there any way,"
his profile collapsing next to me,
"you can forgive
all those things I did
when you were small,
helpless and desperate
for that father I never was?"
we're still driving
His hands grip down tighter
toward work
and that office we share
The weather darkens
his face and the clouds
sunken and tired
(we ride)
He takes in air
a breath
through clenched teeth
then speaks
"I don't know
if this is possible
but I wanted to ask
is there any way,"
his profile collapsing next to me,
"you can forgive
all those things I did
when you were small,
helpless and desperate
for that father I never was?"
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