In the silence of a young child’s night,
Where whispers of love should softly echo,
A hollow space remains untouched,
By the warmth only a father can bestow.

Searching the stars for a guiding hand,
In dreams where fatherly figures roam,
Yet waking to the cold, stark truth,
That some paths are tread alone.

Building walls from shattered trust,
A fortress born from silent tears,
Yearning for words unsaid, hugs unfelt,
In the shadowed corridors of growing years.

But in this void, strength quietly blooms,
A self-taught love, a courage anew,
Forging an identity from fragments,
Where absence once cast a shadowed hue.