Zywa You say the words

Dad, you know where it hurts
although you weren't there
You always ask exactly

for something important that
others didn't miss
in my story, an aside

of the path, a depth
I told around
feelings that I avoid

because they itch in my head
and scars that I keep covered
You understand it all

already before I tell you
and you say the words
that embrace me

and upset me
with sorrow, confused
with this happiness

Poem 2435
Amsterdam, 2019-09-30

Collection: The light of words 
Keyword: Parents: father(hood) 
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