( Dear Sir )

I picture the neck,

with collar and tie,

the squared shoulders

in proud carriage,

conviction and

courage...

The sparks

in Artic

eyes...

He knew me

not just as

a child;

and loved me

like no

other

Kin,

because

only I could

stand his

Criticisms,

without anger.

Yes, i cried;

and what

Man

can handle

hot water

between his

hands..?!

...it always

comes down

to the facts:

He was a

(com)passionate

one...

who kept

his i-love-you-s

in notebooks

of plans.

On every page

the names

of Us...

carved

with

sharpness

of tongue

to remind,

only how!

We should

know-better,

by Now...

wrapped up

in a hug.

In other words,

in dimmed hopes

and espressos,

in Dreams...

night walks,

and cigarette

smoke,

that he

blew...

in rings

as halos

for our

Magic...

of Being.

Dear Father challenge @EvolucijaSvesti

06.18.2023