Witness

I never before wanted someone to see something so badly. To not only see but to know and to carry with them a knowledge as we maybe depart ways.

I’m worried I sense and know of a departure. I don’t normally feel this resignation. And I’m feeling my body change to it.

I’m wanting my father to bear witness to my love for another. To know there’s happiness and peace that I’ve found and will carry with me. I don’t want artificial acceleration but it’s hard not to want to show him that. To make it clear.