A whole entire life fits into a box
The house is empty now
And I await the future

A future of deep regrets
But not by me
A future of relearning a man
The way he walks, and talks
His idiosyncrasies

I have always loved the man
But the real struggle is to admit it
To admit I have missed him
Longed to be with him again

I don’t know who my father is anymore
But now that my past is packed into boxes
I suppose my only purpose and my only home
Is him