I look into the mirror,
to see what of you
just might be in me,
and my eyes,
they bleed,
and weep the tears,
of some forty years.
I try to look
into the past,
a place I can not see,
but only in a fog,
of what
you were to me.
Others have come
before me,
with no father to know,
and I know so little
from so long ago.
The memories of a child,
with so few years,
and I can't remember
all of the tears,
and the pain you brought
my way.
Is it still there,
to this day,
somewhere deep inside,
in a place
I don't even know exists?
