a decade in the next room

you are
cigarette kisses and morning coffee
finding words to fit in spaces
not even in your own language

you are
the way my heart rests in chords
strummed on an acoustic guitar
songs about falling in love
even though i wonder
if you ever did

you are
a voice i cannot forget
speaking and singing
words i repeat in a language
i do understand

you are
the storm
the unpredictable disasters
that make people fear
and make people love

you are
half of me
the first love of my life
and at the core
of my last

you are
always with me
fifteen years in speckled flesh
and a decade in the next room

you are
my father
and i don’t need a hallmark holiday
to love you

happy father’s day

© Mary dela Torre, 2017