Father

I saw him in another man much older than he had seemed when I saw him last
My eyes went back to his face repeatedly
Why did he look familiar?
Would he have aged in the same way?

Texture of his skin was much smoother, sagging had just begun, hair not all white
He left years ago
Too young to go, people said.

I was younger brazen angrier limited
I don’t know what I am now
I am not sure if I miss him
Never loved him really
There are video clips in my head and a few stills too

I have met people who adore their fathers and are loved back.
I don’t know if he loved me
I have no evidence no memory.

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