Dad,
Eight years
Since pleading with the paramedics
In our hotel room
In freezing Mashhad
To bring you back to life
To wake you up
But no surgical knife
Could chase your smiling soul
💔
I can hear you: ‘Son, dont bawl
Your eyes. I’m resting, perfect.’
I look up
To the windless skies
You’re smiling, still. 🖤
