what he couldn’t give
my father gave me
everything he had
and nothing
he didn’t
there were parts of him
the war kept
and I stopped
looking for them
I stopped asking
for softness
from hands
that only knew
how to hold on
he loved me
just not in the ways
I learned
to need
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