[poem] Dusty Rays

[outori]

Note: About my Dad whom I never really got to know and then when I wanted to find out about him, he had an accident and died. This I wrote after I met his sister once, talking about him, flipping through photoalbums.

Dusty Rays(24. April 2006

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[anonymous]

... in flipping through your poem archive, I found this, and here it is again: the feeling of guilt on my shoulders ... should I have urged him more to stay in contact? "Time will tell", I thought, and then it was too late. There must have been some higher power that wanted to avoid a personal encounter, because nothing happens by coincidence, it's all destination and there must be some deeper meaning within.
I cling to the thought that this had to happen because otherwise he would have hurt you more - which was my biggest fear (not without reason) ...

[outori]

Hai. If it hadn't been that way, I would have been a different person. Things wouldn't have happened that have happened... and so on.

I would just love to get together now, and talk to him...