🌹💛To my father.
If I wrote you that I miss you,
my hands would explode.
If I told you,
the mouth.
And the eyes,
I haven't had them since I miss you.
How miss you
nothing is missing
of what has a name.
But this suffering silence
that seems to swallow everything
reveals to me that you are missing
like joy
that nobody knows how
to call... 💛💖💗💕💘💓💞💝
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