Father

You can never comment

on my work

without raising a smile

or a pinch of suspicion.

Perhaps it’s in your

wisdom

to never ask why

or who,

these questions are dead to

you.

You can never quite

muster the strength

to feel pride,

not in my darkest hour

or however hard I try.

You could never see

the innocence that gnawed

at me

or how still,

I wear my heart on my sleeve.