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Hi, Dad.
After all of these years, I thought I knew
How to understand how we work
How you work.
But, nevertheless, I am always blown away
In awe? Wonder?
Disgust?
No.
I was your tiny dancer.
With each leap and bound, I would grip to you;
My tiny hands in your tiny grasp,
And I was happy.
Each pirouette was flawless.
Each moment was treasured.
And then, I grew up.
Then I realized my lines weren't straight;
I saw videos of us and saw
My romanticized memories
Were just blissful illusions.
I can stand tall without you,
But wherever I go, I'm trapped
Within your shadow.
Sometimes, I forget about you.
Days pass without the memories of us
And eventually, they will leave me.
I hope.
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