i have shouldered
my father’s ‘crimes’
for so many years
had to be the box of tissues
for a vast oceans of tears

inadequate parental love
they hurt and abuse us
but that does not mean
that they do not love us

you are the…
well i leave a blank
because as i started to write
the words to describe you departed

i would paint the walls
of colours that never feel alone
i would speak to the walls
the walls that never phone

do not let the love become slack
face forwards,
put your arms around me
let love straighten its back