dance with my father

Back when I was a child
Before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high
And dance with my mother and me
And then spin me around 'til I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved.

I really wish I could talk to you. connect with you. come to an understanding. I wish I could reach you, somehow. every time I try to grasp towards you and be closer, you fade further away. There's really no hope. I feel like I've lost you. I miss you. The old you.

happy birthday.