Otōsan.

Otōsan,
5 years, 6 birthdays
Do you look down sometimes?
Because I still need you

Was that you in my dreams?
Securing me in embrace
Destroying my Berlin Wall
'let it go,' you said

It does not get better, Otōsan.
I just toss everything like Tiny did
Far away and damaging upon impact
to the unsuspecting

The budding men in my life
are guardians in place of you
and I am an unfortunate lesson
for the daughter they will grow.

Otōsan,
5 years, 6 birthdays
The more I have grown
The lesser I understand.