no matter how I strain

father is a vacuum
that starves my heart
empty of oxygen

father is a singularity
that consumes my insides,
only they grow back at dawn

he’s a shadow in my night
unseen for a lack of light

a dead and gone dad
with no echo left
no matter how I strain
to catch his voice

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