The days and months, passed 
Quick through time for us.
Many wasted days, 
Scarred with unanswered 
Questions, a story 
From one side, twisted 
Contrived, and denied,
Words from her who lied.
And duped the boy with
Confusion inside.

An aching sting-come
What may bring-so lined 
The mouth with a taste
Of naivety. 
But within-a sense 
Of anguish, inner- 
Loss, longing. Love. The 
Ever-burning flame 
Of rage, paled to a 
Lonely blue flicker.

I met him on a 
Windy day, in a 
Place familiar 
To me, greeted by 
A cheap, black, painted 
Gate-a run down, bleak, 
Housing estate. The 
Path decorated 
With weeds rising through 
Cracks, splitting the flags.

His face was as mine, 
But somehow aged and
Different with each
Line telling a new
And unheard rhyme.
Perhaps twenty-five 
Years had passed, since I 
Saw that smile last. But 
What warmth it now filled, 
Freely for his lad.

Through hours we spoke, of 
Hazy memories, 
Arguments from a 
Dizzy and confused 
History. To me
Experienced, yet 
Unknown. Two hearts split 
By regret. Two hearts
Unwilling, Ever
To be forgotten.

Fog lifted on those
Seamless years in blank
Exile, the peaceful 
Day turned to the black 
Of night, for two souls 
Reunited with
Happiness and love
Rekindled, within
The spirit of such
Father/son delight.