I wear my pining on my sleeve
I cannot tuck it away.
It is fresh despite years, and full of undenied longing
Logic has no place
in the realm of the heart
And that heart wants to hear a voice
A voice from the ether, a voice from the past
I cannot even say that 'just once'
And gentle nostalgia lays no claim to this squeezing
needing of a father.
If a voice could say all's right with the world
I know that voice for me...
And I long for it.
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