Dad. i’ll be old some day. older than you are now.
i’m afraid i won’t understand you by then,
but we will understand other, different things
and we could talk about them.
i hope you’re still here
when my life becomes something good enough
to make us both proud enough
to convince you that living sometimes can be good,
humans can be kind
and maybe then you can believe it when I say
that trust does not exist,
but we can build it anyway.
we share the same eyes but you turn away
every time you feel
we share the same eyes.
i show you how they look like
growing up watching them,
hoping they let me see you when you can’t see yourself
or let you leave your life aside
and look at it through mine.