my dad
I'm looking for my dad
in romantic movies
A friend in myself
Grief in my pockets
next to chewing gum
Digging it out
whilst it's still stuck
I'm looking for
someone else's story
Sweet tears in the popcorn
my salty tears sold out
I'm looking for him
past our own story
picking me up
dropping me off
driving me to the cinema
funny memory of skinny legs
Every time I see your bones
I want to run
I want my father to stay
to teach me not only to let go
but to stretch to the world
past what my feet can stand on
And to allow my hands
to handle a broken heart
like a door handle
keep opening it up
I can hear him saying
Darling, behind that door
There is more love
than goodbyes
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