my father looks back at me from the mirror
everyday i feel him
i am him,and he is me
he lives as i live, he breathes as i breathe
i dont know how i can get over him
missing from over my shoulder
the day will never com when i will be able to look him in the eye, and yet every morning im staring right in his face
everything about me feels different
im still me but i am more like him than ive ever been
the way i move, the way i speak, i feel my father moving with me, breathing as i breathe
even my eyes have changed, no longer mine, but still not his
green shines back from where brown used to brood, muddled and silent
its like he knows how much i miss looking into his eyes, and hes trying to give me something to remember him by
even as i cry i feel my fathers tears rolling down my cheeks
every look in the mirror is torture
because every look brings my father back to me, and looking away kills him all over again