Two Daddies Ears (for my Dad and my Pops)

In dream,
I found his ears
in a stark filled pocket
covered
with abandonment and fear...
I was searching for change,
unfamiliar similarities
to buy myself some time;
or at least a small cup of identity.
His resemblance, complex simplicity
mirrored mine,
and I shed a tear
for every year
she loss,
waiting for his return.
And he,
he couldn't bear
to hear
her footsteps in mine
so I was forced
to grow
lurking
in his distance...
the shifting weight(less)
blame he carried
in the bottom of a bottle
or the rim of a burnt spent cap
could never silence
the echoes
in the almond shape
of her eyes
which looked
thru mine..
and he deafly mute
by drink or dope
tenderly
mouthed to me..
"I loved her then
and I love her still."
In dream
I ran my fingers
across the tattered silhouette
of familiar
and became estranged.
our aloofness traced distant miles
which mirrored mine
and I forced
a smile
of deferred indifference...

to be continued....
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