"Mira papa," "Look here dad",

In this one you are an image I never thought I had to let go of

The one standing next to him

All your own person

He becomes a blur only because I am completely focused on you

I cannot begin to describe what he was wearing because you are all I see

Turquoise the color of your shirt

Like the step before the deepest part of the ocean

Brilliant onto your skin which has bronzed throughout time

Your arms folded one over lapping the other

In this one you are

Smiling that usual smile tilt of face freshly shaven 

You were home that day leaning against the counter the pink counter top all too girlish for the likes of me.

Your slacks black and clean 

And you were...

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