Logan Rheinst - Father

Father who are you?
Where have you gone?
Did I do something,
something so wrong?

My memories of you,
diseased at the seams.
Are not very bold,
and hard to believe.

In video clips,
I called you my daddy.
In photograph snips,
I clung to you happily.

This is all that remains,
of the life I once had.
So very little,
I can hold it all in one hand.

Logan Rheinst

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