In the quiet corners of my soul,
Where shadows stretch and memories roll,
A father’s voice, a distant call,
A longing deep, an endless fall.

His footsteps fade in echoes lost,
A presence felt, but at a cost,
A guiding hand I never knew,
Leaves me adrift, seeking the true.

I chase the ghosts of what could be,
In every face, in every plea,
A love misplaced, a heart’s refrain,
Yearning for solace, easing the pain.

Yet in the silence, strength I find,
In absence, resilience, redefined,
A path I carve, my own to tread,
With dreams of healing, moving ahead.