Father, I’ve seen you too soon.
Your eyes of passion
do not incite when you spot me.
I know I’ve done great things.
Disappointment, for you, should
come naturally by now.
Am I stuck in a slump?
Groceries for grandma.
I’m just as pathetic as you.
I hug you to alleviate my solace.
You squeeze and whisper
“Where’s that old spark a failure stole?”
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