daddy's day

i remember well,
i am still a father's child..
for someone i am a kid anxious to run and hide under his embrace.

it's not just a celebration of a man's life,
it's a revelry of my existence.

the means

change takes me to a different level.
somehow..it feels right..

and i believe one day it will feel better.

ifs, might haves and maybe...

if untangling meant comfort
we might have finished loose ends a long time ago.

if riding off meant freedom,
we might have left this place the very first chance we had.

if silence meant solitude,

we might have not be here from the very start.

but the ifs are the nots..

the might haves are just the same.

or maybe they really are as what they are stated..

we, just don't simply get it.

the aftershock

first jump was over.
somehow it felt calm,
firm and and on track.
i try to stand in solid ground,
walk slowly, turn safely, move sharply.

for in one single flaw i make,
in just a second or two..
this whole mass of me might shutter down to pieces.

when something ends, one begins

how many doors closed,
windows opened?

how many beds lay on,
ceilings chipped,
walls thickened?

how many bags filled,
wardrobe emptied?

how many strangers met,
loved once departed?

how many have passed?
how many more to come?

ends of the line

i'm going now (really)
i'll see you sometime (soon)
just call when you need something (later)
don't do something stupid (without me)
think of good thoughts (us)
you take care (always)
have a good life (ditto)

one of those days

and somehow i feel i want to know you again..
with these unexpected things of yours..

on a day like today..
you caught me again..completely.