Hi sweetheart,
I don't know why I stopped writing you. I do not have words to say sorry. Here's a poem for you, dear.
After moons' many passages, I pen this missive bright,
Not bound by worldly duties, yet lost in the realm of night.
Within the silent chambers of my heart, for you I pine,
In every waking moment, through every tale and rhyme.
An ocean of thoughts lies unvoiced, its waves lap at my soul,
Where to unfurl this narrative? Where does my compass point, what's the goal?
I stand on the precipice of confusion, beneath a sky so vast,
A quarry full of questions, echoes of our past.
My hand trembles as I ask you, a whisper in the breeze,
How fares your world, my dear one? Are you at ease?
Do echoes of our laughter, our shared memories free,
Still dance upon the edges of your mind, do you remember me?
Underneath the starlight, I write this verse to you,
To my child, my life's song, honest, pure, and true.
In this letter, find my heartbeat, a father's love, you'll see,
Carved in every syllable, in every word's decree.
Yours ignorant Dad
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