Dad, you know where it hurts
although you weren't there
You always ask exactly
for something important that
others didn't miss
in my story, an aside
of the path, a depth
I told around
feelings that I avoid
because they itch in my head
and scars that I keep covered
You understand it all
already before I tell you
and you say the words
that embrace me
and upset me
with sorrow, confused
with this happiness