Could I Love You More?

On the tenth year without you.

For my father

I could feel it deep inside,

as I passed right by
that place I used to know.

The shadows stretch
across the pavement
where we used to walk
too slow.

I can see the city lights
reflecting off your eyes
like stars.

You shined so bright.

Now those nights
are safely tucked away,

guiding me
through the dark
and quiet nights.

And it’s like
I feel you close.

No matter where you are,

I’m by your side.

The wind carries
the whisper of your voice,

a familiar,
comforting,
gentle guide.

And I don’t want
to question much.

But this path I’m taking
is without you
in this life.

I never got
to say goodbye.

Only the secret words
I whispered into your ear,

and the small lock
of your beard.

Every crossroad
feels a little colder,

sharp and heavy
like a sudden knife.

Yet I’m holding on
to all those years
before you died,

in the hope
that I could love you more.

Could I love you more?

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